The Grace Of God The sun, Hidden behind the blanket of the suttle, dark…
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By Zealyn Julka
My parents have always told me
that I am different,
that I am unique.
My parents would push me to my breaking point.
My parents have filled me with more than I can handle,
so I try to show them what I can do after all they’ve done for me.
Because of my parents I learned to read at the age of 3 or 4.
Because of my parents I am taking a college coarse art class.
Because of my parents I am different.
Because of my parents I am unique.