Summer Brooks

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In my palace of dreams, we dance in the moonlight, basking in our laughter in good sprites, womanhood, sisterhood, and Black joy. Flames of rebellion glisten in our brown eyes and our dark skins shimmers in light of freedom that we created for ourselves. The warmth of our joy shields us from this cold country. The space to withstand the oppressive, violent, and anti-black system that we call America. 

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