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  I bit my lip and turned up the volume on my mp3 player in a vain attempt to ignore the paper ball that had been thrown at the back of my head. I knew that more would come, but had learned to live with it. If you could call my pitiful existence living. It certainly didn't feel like it.  After school each day, I would die. Well, not literally, but I'd die inside. It sounds corny, but it's the only way I can describe the bitter emptiness of my soul. The empty shell that was my body, me, would enter the empty house that I lived in, with its empty cupboards and empty greetings that would occasionally await me. After the empty day, I try to add

The Civil Rights Movement is an iconic one that even those that weren't alive yet can understand the significance of. Basic human rights were being fought for, and in some ways, they still are. Yes, black men and women can go to the same schools and public places as white men and women. Yes, they can serve in the same unit together in the military. Yes, they are seen, today, as just another American. What about homosexuals? They have yet to receive all of their rights, but change is on its way. Almost fifty years ago, the Civil Rights Movement started. Through it, segregation came to an end. Sure, people didn't like it at first, but they got