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Jul 2016
Our surrounding tells a lot about us.
We either admit it.
Or deny it.

We all live within a comfort zone of our own making.

Essentially racial creatures of our own beings.

We judge others quickly and fast but hate to be pointed out about us..

Where's is the justice?
Where's the love?
When we only addressing this rage within us.

A majority of whites could survive within many minorities communities without adjusting to that surrounding.

While many blacks involves into white communities and become partakers of white hate.

Where's is the justice?
Let alone is the love.

Hate will be the destruction of all of us.

And some of us will only be witnesses.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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