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The White House

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Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the grace
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,

And find in it the superhuman power
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Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek 05 February 2016

Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the courage and the grace To bear my anger proudly and unbent. So history has changed that the master of the White House is one of the black minority and the First Lady is a Black Lady. How do you feel now McKay? You need to write about this historical Monet in the American History.

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