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We strung together the sweet scented lilac lilies with perfection and laced the low hanging air of despair with your magical melodies. The red, blue and green lines on the screens fluctuated freely tirelessly racing rhythmically- as if creating their own music. The aroma of light-yellow luscious lamb soup escaped from the bowl as if racing to reach the tiled, square white ceiling first;
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Article by Caleb Yang from Book Bears
If you’ve been keeping up with our projects here at Book Bears, then you’re likely aware that we recently concluded our latest one: #clearthelist. You can read all about Project #clearthelist in this article. Simply put, Project #clearthelist is a cause that has changed the lives of thousands of educators around the world. The ClearTheList Foundation provides grant opportunities that give teachers access to classroom resources.
ATTENTION: Childhood closed. There is no playing on the street. Innocence exposed. Take your seat. There is no playing on the street. The fine print has been disclosed. Take your seat. The decision cannot be opposed. Life is not sweet. Innocence exposed. Stop the pitter patter of your feet. ATTENTION: Childhood closed. black lives matter they scream and shout like there’s no tomorrow as they demand and protest change and equality that was deserved centuries ago black lives matter they scream and shout as another video of one of our brothers and sisters’ souls is choked out while pleading for their right to live because they can’t breathe Ever since the time I was introduced to this world from my mother’s womb, I longed for her to give me her valuable old jade jewelry, which she kept in her deepest cabinet. Where little girls grow into their mother’s face, little boys face their father’s rage. It’s a brutal distress to live in a world, where people stand by to scoop you from within like a melon clean, chase you like a creature in your sleep. The sun rays touching my skin remind me I'm alive But how is this reality? That all of these people have been ended by a tragedy The wind whispering by reminds me I'm alive But tell me how is this true? That a bag of skittles scared you blue The music pumping through my body reminds me I'm alive But am I really because the peaceful protest has ended with vexation started by those who didn't deserve an invitation The blood pulsing through my body reminds me I'm alive I'm alive and living a breathing nightmare |
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