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My name is an awesome name. I’m not wild and kinky and perfect. Clearly, my name.. it’s unique. Unprecedented. I was born a little pianist. I’ll make sure it is who I am.

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The real me is like the music or a waterfall. Blue, deep green and wild. If I walk where the wind is blowing. Crazy. It lifts me up. It is who I am.

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Vomiting and bleeding, kicking and screaming. I’m alive.

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A character is not perfect. It’s unique and who I am.

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My name is waterfall. Flowing, deep reading where the wind is blowing, can breeze. Me on the day I was born. My name lifts up a little taller.

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It’s a man who just lives.

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My name is. I guess I’m not real. I’m a figure. I like that.

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My name is awesome. Not me. I’m wild, kinky and dirty. I like that. And it is who I am.

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I learned how Christianity works: you’re native. You’re a savage. If you’re African. You’re primitive. But when white people pray… that’s just common sense

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Because they had a man’s heart. Hearts of those trying to help. Hearts of one corner of the battlefield. Trust in your heart. Forget that you’re at war. The soul can hear screams of battle.

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Forced to pray to Jesus. Need to be saved from you. My family - communicating with the spirits. You’re a savage if you pray.

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It flows like the music of a waterfall. A character that describes me. I’m not real. None of those have met me. African. Unique. Or when I say crazy, I stand… I’ll make sure it is who I am.

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The boy ahead passed by, thinking.. does a man’s best realize their destinies? The heart does what it can. One in beautiful robes, from the battlefield. There’s no danger, when they trust in your heart, of everything under the sun. You can’t go further. Then the strength of your soul.

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My name is the music of a waterfall. When I think… I guess I’m not real unique or unprecedented. But when I say my name, it lifts me up. I stand a little taller. It is who I am.

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Me. Isabelle. I am kind. Not really perfect. No. Ha! Unique. My name Isabelle. Is who I am.

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These are the portraits we made. We tried to find fabric,that matched our skin,eyes and hair.

Then we cut out the different parts of the face and sewed it together.

Hope you like them.

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My name flows like music. I got gold, actually, bronze-colored eyes. My hair is brown. A girl points on a golden sandy beach. The wind is blowing. Perfect. My name? It’s unique. I like that. Crazy. And lifts me up. My full name - it’s who I am

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Y9 portraits