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The Poet X

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My name is Marvin Johnson. I am a college bound senior at Alabama's Sojouner Truth High School. My brother, Tyler, Johnson, disappeared after a shootout happened at a party my friends and I went to. Ever since my brother has been missing everything has become different. The police treat us like we are animals that are meant to be kept in cages, even worse I have to witness all of it with my own eyes. To overcome the differences I need to find my brother and gather up fellow African Americans and show the police that we should not be profiled and neglected for who we are meant to be.

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My name is Fabiola Toussaint. I am sixteen years old and I am from Port-Au-Prince, Haiti. I am poor Haitian immigrant who came to Detroit to live with my Aunt and cousins after my mother was detained in the JFK airport and sent back to Haiti. Many people at school make fun of the way I talk and my Creole influenced English. The school kids also laugh at me for the way I act at school and my cultural differences. To overcome the differences between me and the school students i need to embrace my culture and be who I am truly meant to be a Haitian.

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The Other Wes Moore

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My name is Rashad Butler. I’m in my junior year of high school at Springfield Central High and a member of ROTC at my school. I didn’t really want to join ROTC but under pressure from my dad, David Butler, I joined. My best friends are English, Shannon, and Carlos. Every Friday night we go to a party where we drink and have fun. But one day that all changed. I was getting some chips for my friends and I from Jerry’s Corner Mart when I was accused for stealing from the store. I claimed my innocence but in the end I was beaten to unconsciousness by a white police officer I later found out was Paul Galluzzo. While I was recovering in the hospital from my broken ribs and bones I couldn’t wait for all of this to blow over. My father didn’t believe me and the attention my story drew me from the media and public was embarrassing. I wanted to just disappear.  My opinion on the situation changed after listening to my brother Spoony speak about how we have to do something, and how it was unfair that what happened to me happened to so many other African Americans around the world. Spoony’s passionate speaking and Shirley Fitgerard’s stories of the Civil Rights movement gave me courage and motivation to fight against police brutality and defend those who have suffered from it as I have. My single story was that I was a thief and a common law breaking African American, and the consequence was me being falsely accused of stealing and being beat to near death by an officer of the law.

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My name is Dillard Early Jr., but I guess you can call me Dill. I'm 18 and a senior in high school. I live in a washed up, boring town near Nashville, Tennessee. I am the son of Dillard Early, a pastor who was convicted for child pornography, and is now in prison, but I guess you didn't need to know that. People only ever see me as another Dillard Early, ready to ruin society in another way, or maybe even the same way as my father. I hate my father. He's crazy and weird, and I'm nothing like him. I guess the way to find my paradise or whatever is to just ignore all of the people who dislike me and just hope it all blows over or something.

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My name is Robin Perry but my friends call me "birdy". I'm eighteen and from New York. I am looked at like someone who goes to sign up for the army because I want to kill someone. But really, I want to do something in my life to help others after seeing the catastrophe of 9/11. The way I gain a paradise is to just keep pushing forward. It doesn't matter what other people think about you, what matters is that you stay true to yourself and not beat yourself up because your different.