they didn't come here legal. they were brought here illegal. torture erased who they were. bred to accept paternal abandonment. bred to swallow disfunction. saw illegal treatment as stations, in life's organization. willed not to be equal, but to return to self. free to choose, love, work, home, education. willed to be respected like... Continue Reading →
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