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The text, which comes from a speech Obama gave in Selma, Alabama, in 2015 to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the historic civil rights marches, has left many people squinting and scratching their heads because of its layout and the way it wraps around the structure.

“I’m outside the Obama Center museum tower right now. The new letters — an excerpt from Obama’s Selma speech — are tough read to me, giving off the lorem ipsum vibes,” Chicago Sun-Times architecture critic Lee Bay wrote on LinkedIn, a reference to the Latin placeholder text often used in graphic design templates.

“The words are cut off. The Ts, Ls, and Is are indistinguishable,” former investment banker and best-selling author John LeFevre noted on X, adding that the structure “Looks like a trash can.”

Temple University Professor Jacob Shell also said that the E’s are also “indistinguishable from F’s,” and that “multiple words get disjointed — not just on one plane but two.”

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My dad raised me on his own after my mom left me behind at 3 months old in his bike basket — 18 years later, she showed up and interrupted my graduation with a shocking claim. My dad never expected to become a father at seventeen. Especially not the night before his high school graduation. According to the story he’s told me my whole life, he was heading home from a late shift when he noticed something unusual leaning against the fence outside his house. His old bike. And in the basket on the front… A BABY. Me. There was a note tucked into the blanket. Just two short sentences. “She’s yours. I can’t do this.” That was the first and last time anyone ever heard from the woman who gave birth to me. My dad didn’t even know she had been pregnant. The next morning, he walked into his graduation ceremony holding his cap and gown in one hand—and me in the other. We have a photo from that day framed in our living room: an overwhelmed 17-year-old boy in a graduation cap holding a three-month-old baby like she might break if he even breathes wrong. But he didn’t run. He didn’t give me away. He raised me. He worked construction, delivered pizzas at night, skipped college, and even learned how to braid hair from YouTube videos. He packed my lunches, helped with homework, and somehow made sure I never felt like the kid whose mom had disappeared. To me, he was always enough. So when my own graduation day came this year, I didn’t bring a boyfriend. I brought HIM. My dad walked me across the football field where the ceremony was held, trying to act tough even though his eyes were already red. Then, right in the middle of the ceremony, a woman suddenly stood up from the crowd. She walked straight toward us. Her eyes locked onto mine. “My God,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She looked at me for a long moment. Then she said quietly, “Before you celebrate today… there’s something about the man you call your father that you don’t know.” (I know you’re curious about what happens next—so if you want to read more, just comment “YES”