If; I could I ask god a question? I would definitely seek, Why does my skin matter? And, not myself belief. My soul on least Pedestrian of society’s ladder, Black or brown #onlyskin matter; Deciding my fate Black: bad guy with guns Brown: not enough to be human White: that’s all matter Fairer skin; which everyone envy and believe Soul: a mighty myth To be social savvy; But, did it save? #blacklives Another one died #GeorgeFlyod R.I.P
Who set theses standards? Every skin matter inspite of its colour, Hail the flag of equal belief, Skin is just colour Not, character you wore God graced us better; Be a human for once. #blacklivesmatter Really sorry, we have come to this.
#blacklivesmatter. your skin in not your identity, its just how god made you? and when such act is done , it's just a foul play in human nature, hindering what is meant to be human? so please dont discriminate. every life matters not skin
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is that the best you got and I laugh cause we don’t got hurricanes in manhattan unless they are man made and the shower handle won’t turn us off
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