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I LOVE FOOD! (and it's killing me)A Poem by KCthelastboyscoutLove food? Me too! How can anyone live without it? We NEED it! Until... "We hope when you read this you will laugh, but seriously..." |
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Chris in VietA Story by QuisbyA short based in the 1970s, focusing on an independent woman unaffected by the world around her. Little mentions to Second Wave Feminism in the 60s-70.. |
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Double-Sided PerspectiveA Story by Koby Adu-BonnahAn essay the reveals the single story of Africa |
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The Right Time to ProtestA Story by CEOCaplesAlthough protest seem to make people uncomfortable, I feel it's the intent to. But for does who object to protect, tell me, is there a right time to p.. |
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Tree BreathsA Poem by TyTree Breaths |
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During SlaveryA Poem by ROXANE DORSEYAfricablack pridebribedmen womenshekelsoceansharksvesselAmericahomesicksouth auctionplantationsummer cropsmen bullseyedogs spotsexual crazemixed raced.. |
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Don’t Blame James Earl Ray for MLKA Story by CEOCaplesJames Earl Ray did not kill Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. |
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Is Outsourcing Affecting America's Economy?A Story by Robert COutsourcing is becoming increasingly common worldwide. While many businesses find it convenient due to many financial advantages they have when they o.. |
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An Acoustic Summer in America. A Seventies Story.A Poem by Ken Simm.You wore my shirt for a year whilst I painted. And made an embroidered skirt from my jeans. You were frightened above the morning mist and th.. |
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{Insert Today's Mass Shooting}A Poem by Gregg BladeA medium-length poem about mass shootings in America |
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GRISELDA QUIETLY CONFIDENTA Chapter by Peter RogersonGriselda and Bumptious meet up again with the American President |
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a long echoA Poem by Alfred Kukitzsixties |
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Justify jailbirdsA Poem by z.chériDedicated to victims of crimes. |
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Black GoldA Story by Riley RydinDistantly, a river churns. Wind whips and snaps at gnarled branches. A broiling thunderhead forms on the eastern horizon. The air is heavy with static.. |
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