Who told you that black
is a logo of slaves,
And white is a logo of Masters?

Who told you that white is
beautiful ,
And black is extremely ridiculous?

Who told you that white shirts are better than black ones?

Who told you that black is inferior,
And white is superior?
Every color is unique, Neither white nor black is greater,  
We are all the same,
We are God’s own creation,

My skin color is not me,
My character is me,
My intellect is me,
My action is me,
But my color is not me.

The only way I can cherish you is by remembering you as my freedom.

"Why do you still love him after all these years?"

"I have a theory, love can neither be created nor destroyed. It only changes it's form. I'm not in love with him, but I will always love him."

I often ask mie friends, “ Are you okay?”
Because for me “are you okay” can mean a lot of things like:
Are you okay? I’m here to listen you.
Are you okay, because I care for you.
Are you okay,
Because I Love you.
Are you okay??

Nowadays, I’m not only focus on living and breathing.
All I care about is making sure I speak all good and sensible stuff because who knows what would be my last words. I can’t let my last word be “ I hate those who have hurt me enough”. No offence it hurt but it will be fine with time, so I tell people how much I love them and how much they mean to me, how much I adore them.