Is it the way that I silence my tone, the way I hold my head high when I know I feel like ish. Maybe it's the way I grace myself before I even begin to tell my mind to stop thinking like that. Well now I got something to say. My differences is my differences we all have them but how did my story get to this. Little girl Renee was just 14 hiding a pregnancy, but still somehow found a way. To get the answer she needed to make her story means something to somebody she don't care what it takes. Somebody ought to hear what I got to say. My silence no longer, no way no way. It all started in the areas where gunfire was heard the most, where somebody got killed because they was losing all hope, dreams were washed away because nobody thought they had what it takes. Well I'm here and I have something to say, you can hear in my tone, in the way my hair stands up what these words mean to me, just give a little grace. Nobody should live they life this way, so I got som...
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