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Like any other Friday I wake up early get ready and go work but... today, I heard them, and paused as I took that first step out of the front door the screams of my ancestors, the desperate plea from wrongly accused men, the last words and breathe of every black man, woman, and child murdered in cold blood... I heard their warning. “Don’t go.” I called off work. - a.r.Camm
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
“Warning”
Like any other Friday I wake up early get ready and go work but... today, I heard them, and paused as I took that first step out of the front door the screams of my ancestors, the desperate plea from wrongly accused men, the last words and breathe of every black man, woman, and child murdered in cold blood... I heard their warning. “Don’t go.” I called off work. - a.r.Camm
As a black man in America, it is common knowledge that as soon as I take a step outside, I am in danger. Justice in this country is non-existent (as if it ever existed in the first place for my people). Thank you, ancestors. for the warning.
#black#lives#matter#amerikka#arcamm#warning
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arCamm95
27/M/Sacramento, CA
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 3:28 PM UTC
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