The Cry...
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Eric Cockrell
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i know what...
poverty smells like,
oppression feels like,
having my freedom taken
tastes like...
if what i write offends you,
open your eyes...
and walk down the street.
the sound you hear
is the cry...
of your brothers and sisters in need!
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