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Black People

Back in time apart from the hate A black man's pride fought like lions With a pack of wolf's in sheeps coat
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An Empire in Decline

It probably seemed like a good idea at the time. Even today, when most of our history as a nation was much closer to oppressor than downtrodden, it makes us blush with unvarnished pride.
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Saksi ang kanilang mata marinig ng dalawa nilang tenga ang matamis na pwedeng maganap habang binabasa ng bibig na naka-buka ang bawat pangyayari sa liham kung gaano mo ako mapapasaya
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Come And Let’s Dance

Let it be known that in this dance we are having, we need to synchronize our steps, we need to mentaly acknowledge our counts, we should go along the rhythm, listen and anticipate every timings, ready for any sudden transitions and perform the smooth actions to achieve the gracefulness of the pause.
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Her Strong Heart

Her Strong Heart is a poem written by Khazran Khan and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Entropy: Overcoming Destruction for the month of July   Her Strong Heart   ​Today let me narrate a tale, A tale…

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Today, I am letting you go as I free myself from the phantom bond that binds us.
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The Mansion and I

I could feel a glare directed at me. I smiled then I snapped my fingers three times while chanting some words. The room suddenly became vibrant and I was staring at only one person now.

Loving the Lawn

It was a little more work. Actually, it was a lot more work. Really, I had to do all the work. Since I haven’t gone to the gym since the coronavirus started maybe a little more work is a good idea. I have a doctor’s appointment on Monday morning, and this will give me a little ammunition.

Unexpected Life

Unexpected Life is an essay written by CesarR Banaag Jr and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Catharsis: Healing Through Narrative for the month of June   Unexpected Life   This is something I didn’t expect, Suddenly everything…

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Mare Tama Na – Martina

Sa tanghalia'y hapag ko ang bigat ng konsensiyang pasan-pasan ng dib-dib kong naninikip. Kailan sila titigil? Hindi ko batid. Paulit-ulit, nakakasira, nakakapundi.