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Dear Mr. President, I've got this friend Who wants to join your fight. Dear Mr. President, I've got this friend, Won't you please grant him his rights? He's more than willing To give you his time He's more than willing To put his life on the line So why do you keep him in silence? The same old argument, They keep saying that his kind just won't do The same old argument Can't fight for freedom Unless you change your truth We'll let you in Just keep on living a lie We'll let you in Just promise to keep it quiet. But aren't we equal in the line of fire? Dear America, Aren't we the land of the free? Dear America, Wh

There are fight clubs for boys who fight boys. Boys who want to bruise and be bruised. Boys who want to fight, and live to glorify their wounds. But there are no fight clubs for girls so we fight with ourselves to prove our worth, and when we have to fight someone else, we're prepared, cocky, and unafraid because we know nothing hurts as bad as the abuse we self-inflict. We are so angry. We're not allowed to scream because that's not ladylike. So we pick on petty things until they break until we all break fall apart bleed. We're not human beings. We're rabid and bloodthirsty. We're monsters. A fight club for g

My friend asked me, "Why do you run when you cross the street?" I looked at her and swallowed the cold in my throat. "I don't know," I said as we separated at the student parking lot full of cars owned by cocky adolescents too young for brakes and steering wheels. Too young to understand the world they'll one day run while indulging in too-expensive cars they'll go into debt trying to pay for. These street kids will do anything to separate themselves from the crowd. They believe they're swallows in a sky of robins. They don't know how to swallow their pride. When they were young. school and home were separate, and friends we

"Ring around the rosey, pocket full of posey, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!" Cody dragged me to the ground as he fell. We were the only ones playing. "Let's go on the monkey bars!" he said. He skipped bars, leaping from the first to the third to the sixth just to see how far he could stretch before it became too much. When he got bored with that, he climbed on top of the silver metal rungs. "Cody, get down from there!" a teacher yelled. Cody didn't hear her. He was smiling as he looked across the playground. I couldn't join him. I got blisters just from trying to hold on and keep up. We went on the swings next. I always got higher in

"This song used to be our anthem," Cam said to Rowan as he raised the volume of the car radio. "It was practically our theme." The music thumped at the sides of Cam 's Lexus. Rowan nodded politely as her father got lost in the sounds. She knew better than to interrupt the harmonies. They were in a New York traffic jam. Cam had promised his daughter a trip to Chinatown for her birthday. He promised dumplings and dim sum and noodles. They were both fully aware of the crowded streets. Cam turned the radio on and flipped through the stations until he found a song he liked. Rowan didn't care. Her mind was already on the markets that awaited her.

VERSE 1 It was a very dark and stormy time Unemployment rose to an all time high The Stock Market’s crash was still going on And people found out that all their money was gone FDR was elected in 1932 And when he took office he knew what to do He said, “Nothing to fear but fear itself.” He promised to get back our country’s wealth REFRAIN We will find relief in this recession We will recover from this oppression We will reform to achieve progression We will fight this depression! VERSE 2 FDR called it a holiday When he closed all the banks in the USA People started to panic, but then they started to trust

Darcy has issues. Family issues, relationship issues, friend issues, you name it. I should know. Every time we talk, she always raves about another problem she has no matter how trivial it is. “He doesn’t care. He cheats on me. He doesn’t notice me at all.” “You haven’t even talked to him yet.” “I know. But if I did, he wouldn’t notice me. And he’d definitely cheat on me.” “How do you know?” “Everyone cheats on me.” Darcy calls me up sometimes. She even calls me at work. One time, Cam picked up the phone, heard her voice, and told her, “She can’t talk r

Cam learned never to steal from his dad the hard way. Except he didn’t steal anything. Jarod did. Jarod was the one who raided Cam’s father’s liquor cabinet. Jarod was the one who grabbed the can of beer, popped it open, and said, “A toast.” Jarod was the one who passed the can around the circle of friends in Cam’s living room. Cam only pretended to drink it. The can touched his lips but not the liquid. Still, it was empty by the time it got back to Jarod. They were twelve back then. They couldn’t wait to be thirteen. It didn’t matter who took it or who drank it. It was still Cam’s fault in Mr. T