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The Rebellion Project X.
Look it up.
Ember Evanescent posted it, but who posted it is not important the point is uniting us as artists.
All of us poets are some of the most REAL people out there because poetry can't be fake.
To wear the black X on your left wrist in black ink is a symbol of your support of people being themselves and rebellion against society's judgments.
If you are wearing the black X know that at least three other people that I know of somewhere out there in the world are wearing he same symbol on their wrists and feel united in spirit through that.
<3
BE YOU!

Link:

http://hellopoetry.com/poem/960010/rebellion-project-x-draw-a-black-x-on-yor-wrist-in-black-ink-to-s­how-your-support-symbol-of-rebellion-against-hatred/
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/960010/rebellion-project-x-draw-a-black-x-on-yor-wrist-in-black-ink-to-show-your-support-symbol-of-rebellion-against-hatred/

Yeah, that's the link. Comment to let people know if you are doing it and repost it so more people are involved. Make people feel less alone and more supported. :)
Fight hatred!
X
How to deal with an addiction to hellopoetry:

Step one: Admit you have a problem

Step two: Start by limiting your time on it

Step three: Join a support group and share your feelings

Step four: Have the people in the support group talk to you about quitting hellopoetry.

Step 5: Slaughter everyone within a 10 mile radius with a chainsaw and go back on hellopoetry

Step 6: When the police knock on your door offer to help them sign up for hellopoetry.

Step 7: Creepily pet your chainsaw like a cat.

Step 8: Never mind, I'm too busy on hello poetry
I know, I have a problem. If you have an issue with that I HAVE A CHAINSAW!

Sorry if I have offended someone with my violence. :D
In the locker room after gym
they laugh and point as they smother on their lip gloss and eyeliner
They made fun of the girl who tripped while playing a game
I confronted them, said they were stuck up.
I helped the girl up, and she ran away from them.
They stood there in silence.
I realized:
They don't know what kindness is.
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