2007 December:
2006 November:
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I hear voices being raised as I stand impatient; Waiting for us to Rise. Drug ourselves to feel our selfs Unable to tolerate this numb feeling... Medicated by our parents, our teachers, our faiths To believe that somehow I and Id are seperate Paper was not once a tree I have a right to education... yet not a right to speak. I will not tuck away my ideals my dreams Trade in ecology for economy I will stand, awaiting Let the source stream through my feet.
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