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the crisply skimmed cedar platform graphs a cheap cigars unsettled as timbered planks that form a hull designed to layer a depleted veiled 

growing up in care I never had my family by my side I was damaged and lost as a child hood up to hide my face and i would never smile but hip hop saved my smile

what they rap and preach some teach it's all about the hood that's well understood letting the world know it's hip hop

Hip Hop is Poetry Final project

                                  Tereza Eusebio                           Gold: A