Illusion. We all come from Summeria
Erin Morrison
Spokane, WA
The cradle of life has no race
She will never have a quinceanera
Alicia Villa,
Spokane, WA.
Collected from The Race Card Project,
Spokane Falls Community College
“He’s not heavy. He’s my brother”
Anonymous,
Spokane, WA.
Playing on the radio when my 16-year-old friend in high school came back to school after her brother was murdered someone playing Russian Roulette while drunk in her home. Native American Family.
He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother
The Hollies
The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother
If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another
It’s a long, long road
From which…
Source: LyricFind
Rainbow color faces, all bleed red
Nancy Sonduck,
Spokane, WA.
Spokane Falls Community College
I see our skins, they’re beautiful.
Amy Clark,
Spokane, WA.
