#racism

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  • rosebudz 2w

    What if color was a meaningless word?
    With people blind to see
    Would race still make a difference
    For you and for me?

    Being born with out a sense
    Pretty despicable honestly
    Color shouldn't make a difference
    To you or to me

    Look at the colors of the rainbow
    Im complimenting harmony
    Nature deciphers no difference
    For you and for me

    Color should be a meaningless word
    With Racism a mystery
    It's sad that it makes a difference
    To you or to me

    ~Rose~
    ©rosebudz

  • madinah_writes 6w

    Bold on her cheeks.
    Sign of cultural heritage on her lips.
    Queen of the jungle,
    Wearing her smile,
    Like an attire of the lips.
    Her smile so brittle.
    Shy and timid, she covers up.
    A beauty queen without makeup.

    Stripes and ramifications
    From birth till death.
    Deep and slight.
    Dark and light.
    Straight and slant.
    The marks against her bare skin that made her art.

    Her Tribal marks as old as time.
    Her origin, her background.
    Scarification, whatever you call it!
    Heals the body, with it's unique meanings.
    It doesn't makes her an outcast or different from anyone else.
    Her tribal marks aren't symbol of tribalism.
    It adds to her beauty.
    Whether light or dark skinned.
    It is honour in form of lines and dots and drawings.

    Her tribal marks are lines of sacred history.  
    She might be defined but her tribal marks are her strength.
    Deep within the skin,
    She's a specific identification.
    An identification of a great tribe, family, linage, clan and patrilineal heritage.
    A symbol of beauty and creativity.
    She's mischievous yet,unique.
    Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.

    © Madinah_Writes

    #mirakee #tribalmarks #tribalism #miraquill ##writerscommunity #writersbay #racism #wrutersnetwork #poetry #black #african #blackculture #art #scarification


    I'd have used a beautiful picture for this poem but I'm always denied that :-(

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    Her Tribal Marks

    Stripes and ramifications
    From birth till death.
    Deep and slight.
    Dark and light.
    Straight and slant.
    The marks against her bare skin that made her art.
    ©madinah_writes

  • devilfish 12w

    The Devil

    What a better way for man to hide
    behind this marker modified reflection in the glass with two horns drawn on loosely
    But the very ideas they cast out to be so against were the principles that they were systematically building a legacy of lies upon
    An absolute reflection of what they saw in themselves and what they wanted to conceal from on every level possible

    To condemn generations to an eternity of sightless eyes
    Compressed between the paper hands prayers
    Paper hands burning as they stretch out to the sky in terror
    Only to fill the books with their pages
    And the martyred dry up like the ink did in their story


    Man has immobilized lies to assimilate themselves like dust in between pages containing their fitted words for you to admire their innovations
    The anger and rage that boils into my heart and out of my worried eyes
    When now to us they have lied

    But now it seems to be getting to the core of my contemplation
    and ideas become weaponized like tiny tanks as if to kill off this evil they have rid themselves of
    While they commit wrongdoings under the cloak of a false identity
    “The Devil”
    They fully diminish responsibility and protect their dark affairs they cheapen the people of their truth
    We give people a shred of truth like mangled bait
    Only to rip truth from hungry hands and consume it in a dark obscurity of history books and genocides
    The biggest robbery of all time occurred over generations
    When did we split off from our nature only to be protecting the worst parts of it while leaving the beautiful parts wither off in the sun dried petals turned to blackened ash
    and deem those with a conscience
    The eternally forgiving equally met with the eternally brutal an ocean of desperation
    An ocean of us


    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 13w

    Red Ribbons

    So inviting
    Enticing
    You like it
    I feel it
    See, it’s vibrant
    I’ll walk you off a cliff of reinventing the past
    I’ll be your island
    I’ll be your Midas
    I know you see me
    I’m inviting you to pull into my vibes
    And I’ll move it to you
    The feeling it struck like lightning
    Chaos and it’s violence
    They vibrant
    When we already walked and scuttled barefoot as a matter a fact
    The way they shattered you’d think we were hit by a semi in a compact
    I don’t remember exactly to a precision all the dates I’m bad at math plus my memories don’t come fast
    I’m still whip lashed by the eyelash I made a wish and I never asked to be ripped from the only things that even mattered to be burdened by life’s chaotic apathy in it’s smug shrug
    As it pulls out from me
    The rug
    My tears are filling up these pages
    These aren’t just mugs
    You fill black coffee with
    Like charcoal in stockings of Christmas
    I missed this
    But death crossed my heart out
    Like a pencil to a flimsy list
    I bleed crimson blood bliss
    I cry as I split into fragmented starlights that water rose in gardens where they were kissed by Dewey mists
    Happiness won’t ever be bliss
    If you were just here and this memory lives like It lives in me
    The same emotions that I can’t quite understand
    The same erosion the pollution of a wound they just left open
    As I was bartered by chance
    And eroded by the sand
    How much can a human life endure how much one can be capable is an evil to understand
    No man would wish to ban even the most unholy in the land
    To this dystopian romance
    Where Joanna won’t stop loving you
    A narcissistic slow dance
    We keep taking vyvanse
    Disillusionment I like it
    How the movement of your skin
    Makes me want to tell you
    To slowdown and you go fast
    I bite that
    and they keep hitting like they missed
    I kiss my cyber halo with a cold gun
    To seduce me with it’s sudden kiss
    I dance with my pain
    I sing with my pain
    I bathe with my pain
    I cycle my mind through this process stage by stage phase by phase
    Day by day
    These pills I have to take
    Or else I make bad decisions
    And I stray from my control over my past I have no debt I haven’t fully paid
    My beds are made my truth is said
    It’s no deeper than it seems
    Truth is déjà vu
    Is so weird I just can’t put my finger on it
    I don’t know honestly how I could explain
    The scars they just remain
    I’ll remain aware of my perspective
    I can’t lose it
    I can’t play
    The game
    No time to contemplate
    To revise what I have made
    These decisions in my wake
    I’m but a man
    But I can bend the moonlight and purge the world out of my veins
    As I erupt in fiery rain
    My body hurts so I rain
    My mind it runs from me
    I’m afraid in these dead bodies
    Mine start to feel that mine have hollowed out
    The same
    The dead body is me with my own face
    I’m in tune
    I’m insane
    ©devilfish

  • devilfish 13w

    Concrete Desert

    Instead of a tumble weed
    You see isolated people
    They used to be a part of humanity
    Now the rest of the world’s silence
    Becomes their cruelty and their endless life of crippling pain
    As if human life could be shoved into projects and use poverty as a weapon
    To let our blood run as we slip quietly into the drain
    Look at what we have to our names
    No help
    No hope
    A carriage on the sidewalk as the mother is attempting to exchange with strange men to feed herself
    To fill the family’s plate
    Because people have been subjected to a systematic process driven by rage
    Another Wall Street didn’t match up to the drawing now they can’t paint a pretty face
    Disgusting how history reared it’s ugly face to give them back their just place and stop the rage
    Subversion while you pick off their plate so hopefully the next generation will wane
    Hoping their hunger can weaken them
    Now we fall just like rain
    Evaporating before we hit the window pane
    I’m struggling to find the world’s heart
    But I believe it’s not going to beat again
    As I watch the war zone of an urban unspoken tragedy
    A curbside with bodies peeking out from tents with bodies terribly atrophied they were so scared and so tired I run these nightmares constantly those poor eyes I can see
    I know the eyes are the door to the only hope we know
    I have shelter
    I see your pain
    I’m so sorry
    I feel your pain
    Don’t you worry
    I cannot bear to see the sight
    But I must not stick my nose up in Privilege
    I only have my effort
    My hands
    My love
    I would part the ocean with my will if I can I’d make the whole world still just to hold you in my hand
    And give you a heart that’s filled
    And eyes that are hungry to see
    Hands that are quick to help
    A mouth that is always compelled to speak truth
    Feet that would take me to wherever I wanted to
    And a mind that has torrents of thoughts on currents that swell
    A tsunami of emotion
    The deepest well
    No words can raise my heart to the skies
    Too rattled by the dystopian Hell
    Too compelled to sing to the hurting
    By heartfelt broken strings of tied of lullabies and my empathic heart has been so horrified
    Traumatized
    I feel your pain I feel your pain I feel your pain


    ©devilfish

  • madinah_writes 14w

    I Am...

    I am
    The dimpled cheek, black girl.
    With three tribal marks standing on my chest
    Two-handed braids interwoven through my kinky hair.
    Poetry on empty paper,
    The shy nerd in class.

    I am
    The devoted Muslim girl.
    Never missed my daily salat.
    Offering ta'ajjud from dusk till dawn,
    Till my mother wakes me for morning choirs.

    I am
    The Yoruba girl, born in an Hausa land.
    Lost on what to speak,
    I find only English Language.
    Even though I'm expected to speak Arabic Language.
    I find knowledge anywhere my eyes touches,
    And wisdom where my mind reaches.
    I say it, how my tongue twists it.

    I am
    The virgin haired girl,
    The reserved one.
    A wallflower everyone at college is pointing at.
    Ancient-mama, bookworm.
    Are you married? Why are you so fat?
    She's just a village girl,
    Claiming to be born and raised in Abuja.
    I walk away in silence.
    Thinking of where I actually belong.
    If, I actually belong.

    I am
    The loner, the narcissist, an egoist
    The tagged for being so different.
    Crazy, dull, Olodo!
    I would hear my classmates call me.
    Obese, food-monger, Orobo!
    I would hear my family call me.
    Is it so bad to be differently modest?
    When my quietness is mistaken for sluggishness.
    When my solitary is mistaken for stupidity.
    I think and wonder...
    Where do I find myself in all of these?
    When home is no longer home,
    And the society is no longer welcoming.
    Because of my size and colour and languge and dressing.
    Because of my unwillingness to change my culture for yours,
    Or myself for you.
    I thought we once said.. culture is life?

    When culture have changed over with time. I can no longer wear my wrapper to class.
    When black tradition is bleached with today's civilization.
    When culure is killed in the name of today's fashion, science and technology.
    I can no longer use my local beads,
    The ones I once cherished.
    How can I fit into a society that changes over time?
    How can I the human's mind that is insatiable.
    Lost in all these thoughts,
    That hunts me down like memories of yesterday.
    I realize... I just have to be myself,
    And nurture my heart to what I want and what I know how to do best.
    ©madinah_writes

  • jaya___ 14w

    Finished reading "Ain't I A Woman (Black women and Feminism)" from one of the greatest feminists Bell Hooks. It is a highly enlightening book on the related subjects of #feminism and #racism

    The cover is adorned by Rosa Bell, mother of Bell Hooks, to whom she dedicated the book.

    The book is a must read.

    Miss Hooks defines a Feminist as:

    //To be "feminist" in any authentic sense of the term is to want for all people, female and male, liberation from sexist role patterns, domination and oppression.//

    She says, "Feminism is not simply a struggle to end male chauvinism or a movement to ensure that woman will have equal rights with men; it is a commitment to eradicating the ideology of dominance that permeates Western culture on various levels- sex, race and class..."

    She wants every woman black or white or brown to realise that "The patriarchal stance is not simply an acceptance of a social etiquette based on discrimination against women; it is a serious political commitment to maintaining political regimes throughout the US and the world that are male dominated."

    And that "Patriarchy is maintained by male bonding on the basis of shared sexism."

    So she questions the sexism of black males and the racism of white women to stop "othering" the black woman and remove the contradiction in the ends they all seek.

    There are parallels that can be drawn with Indian society where Feminism has been appropriated by upper caste women to achieve their selfish ends without including the demands of lower caste and working class women who form a majority.

    The existence of Casteism within Feminism will only add obstacles to the results we seek.

    As she puts it "not all women are equally oppressed because some women are able to use their class, race (caste) and educational privilege to efficiently resist sexist oppression."

    So women across Castes and class should be listening to one another and fight united against patriarchy, to achieve liberation for all women, coz UNTIL ALL OF US HAVE MADE IT, NONE OF US HAVE MADE IT (Rosemary Brown). And work according to her principle of "power of organized womanhood."

    After all " neither passive acceptance not stoic endurance lead to change. Change occurs only when there is action, movement, revolution."

    © Harfkaar 14-07-21

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  • tuckerdinnes 14w

    What Then

    if i give up on you
    what then of my heart?

    if i give in to those
    who spew hatred and violence
    what then of my spirit?

    if i give in to giving up
    because i believe you cannot change
    what then of my soul?

    ©tuckerdinnes

  • likwidsay10 14w

    Racism is a contruct of the mind, it exists cause you think it does, rethink what is and see. For racism to dissappear we only need to not think about it.


    ©Likwidsay10

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 14w

    The black keys of my piano is shorter
    than the white keys of my piano.
    Just like the Africans being oppressed
    by the foreigners for being born with white skin.
    Setting boundaries to touch eachother,
    Waging wars and bleeding tears.

    We aren't colourblind; We are made blind by society.

    Fair skinned ladies gets married earlier,
    Dark skinned babies are treated like trash,
    Jobless fathers and food protesters -- son,
    Cornered black skinned student in school.
    Even the beautiful rainbows are formed when
    dark clouds blends with shiny sunlight.
    Faking fair and lovely mask to hide the tan has
    became trend, when they didn't realise black is beauty.

    We aren't colourblind, we are made blind by society.

    Even while playing chess matches, White coins
    are given more priority and should be moved first.
    When all of us live under same home -- sky.
    Don't we have the same red blood running in our veins
    Then, why to discriminate, black and white among us?
    We failed to realize, when discarding dark skin babies.

    We aren't colourblind, we are made blind by society.

    ~ Poojaa
    ......

    On Racial discrimination :)

    Poem form : Bop poem !
    #racism #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersbay #poetry

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    • The Homeless Monochrome •

    ©Poojaa

  • mirakat2pt0 15w

    #racism #blm #parenting #myson He is sunshine
    and soft feathers
    Wings
    and warm weather.
    Don’t even need a sweater boy
    You betta
    Show ya energy

    He’s my butterfly stretching
    Through his own struggle flexing
    His greatest light, his beautiful mind
    He is poetry in motion
    Too gentle for the notion that

    It don’t seem to matter what’s broken
    Hard to hope
    When you thinkin bout...
    Why Floyd got choked and
    Why are guns accidentally discharged
    But the
    Accidents always seem to happen When it
    Serves the whites
    Why is it that Wright died and not D. Roof.
    System isn’t broken, it’s rigged


    Mi hijo precioso can’t
    See it all 360
    So now I gotta choose
    The hardest thing
    To teach, a message to grieve.
    What to pass along, what
    Ideals are long gone - paranoia/preparedness
    Pressure to push back/proper protocol
    Speak up for yourself
    You are you own best defense
    But when you are not
    Answer questions calmly
    Hands on the wheel
    10 & 2 please don’t shoot
    Do. Not. Get. Out. The. Car.
    No sudden movements, just
    Try not to breathe



    My sunshine, my butterfly, my little bird
    Someone
    Took away his time early
    I don’t know what I did
    Things got blurry
    A violent criminal is safely locked behind bars
    No worries, the officer is fine
    Only 3 toes gone
    and hurt pride
    See, I wanted to shoot him
    Dead.
    But instead I shot off some toes
    Just to show how self control goes
    Cuz I knew it was a gun in my hand
    Power of life and death in one squeeze of the trigger

    Let it sink in

    It’s cyclical shit, you got eyes
    Don’t need to tell you
    If the problems get ignored they’ll kill more

    ©️Katherine Miller 2021

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    Cyclical Sh*t

    He is sunshine
    and soft feathers
    Wings
    and warm weather.
    Don’t even need a sweater boy
    You betta
    Show ya energy

    He’s my butterfly stretching
    Through his own struggle flexing
    His greatest light, his beautiful mind
    He is poetry in motion
    Too gentle for the notion that

    It don’t seem to matter what’s broken
    Hard to hope
    When you thinkin bout...
    Why Floyd got choked and
    Why are guns accidentally discharged
    But the
    Accidents always seem to happen When it
    Serves the whites
    Why is it that Wright died and not D. Roof.
    System isn’t broken, it’s rigged


    Mi hijo precioso can’t
    See it all 360
    So now I gotta choose
    The hardest thing
    To teach, a message to grieve.
    What to pass along, what
    Ideals are long gone - paranoia/preparedness
    Pressure to push back/proper protocol
    Speak up for yourself
    You are you own best defense
    But when you are not
    Answer questions calmly
    Hands on the wheel
    10 & 2 please don’t shoot
    Do. Not. Get. Out. The. Car.
    No sudden movements, just
    Try not to breathe



    My sunshine, my butterfly, my little bird
    Someone
    Took away his time early
    I don’t know what I did
    Things got blurry
    A violent criminal is safely locked behind bars
    No worries, the officer is fine
    Only 3 toes gone
    and hurt pride
    See, I wanted to shoot him
    Dead.
    But instead I shot off some toes
    Just to show how self control goes
    Cuz I knew it was a gun in my hand
    Power of life and death in one squeeze of the trigger

    Let it sink in

    It’s cyclical shit, you got eyes
    Don’t need to tell you
    If the problems get ignored they’ll kill more

    ©️Katherine Miller 2021

    ©mirakat2pt0

  • silver_flakes 18w

    I wish you would see me and not my skin
    That we could look each other in the eye
    And smile, forget the skin
    I wish we could be like
    Newborn babies dark and light skinned
    But unitedly giggling without discrimination
    Forget my skin, focus on my strength
    I wish we could scrap the skin and be skinless
    Since trouble breeds from skin

    I wish you would see me and not my skin
    That we could be friends without fears
    And laugh, forget that skin
    I wish we could be like
    Innocent children unaware of so called skin
    Hands joined in games and trust
    Look beyond my skin, see my heart

    I wish you could see me and not my skin
    That we don't have to keep a distance
    And hug, forget the skin
    I wish we could be like young ones
    Who know no hate till its passed down by society
    Loving all without prejudice
    Seeing not the skin

    I wish you could see me
    That I could see you
    That we could see each other
    Without the SKIN

    #flakeyy#skin#racism@mirakee@writersnetwork#ceesreposts#pod#farcry

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    A Far Cry- SKIN

    《Today I became more aware of skin
    My heart rate spiked
    It felt awful, dirty and foreign
    I wished to stratch it off
    For it clawed at my self esteem
    Raked at my innards
    And then I knew the feeling
    Of millions, billions more
    I felt caged
    Like a theatrical spectacle
    On show to be mocked
    This was not the intended
    Reaction by the other party
    But I felt it all the same
    It
    Hurt》
    ©silver_flakes

  • charfire_m 19w

    ♒️ #racism. #Racist #coloroflaw #publicservant #vpublicservante #republic #vrepublice #USCitezen Citezen

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    #1 #v1e #1one #one 🟥 🐛#v2021e #2021 🦋 🐳 🐬🦍#Enjoy_empowered_life_value #ENJOY_empowered_life #enjoy_empowered_living🐝🐴🐢🐋🦧🐫🎋

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    #Lifegrants us life #becausewe #aremadein the imagE(I’m agE<=of the AgE DimEnsion<=Go(o)d=absolute of/as this dimension) of Go(o)d+CrE(3)ator(lovE(3)/lifE(3)=solipsism) for IAM<(3)as IAM(3) w(3)hat IAM(3) all thE(3) lovE(3), as iam(3) E(3)nough to bE(3) BE(3)ing mE(3), mysE(3)lf and Iam(3)> a soul(IAM what IAM, Phonixe of ember as life) that has a HE•art(earth inside), for you are the same thing, of Go(o)d+CrE(3)ator(lovE(3)/lifE(3)=solipsism) be that by faith or by you have a body that came from the Earth(hE•art outside); you can something that came before you and that loves you more then you can love yourself to say simply.

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    #Lifegrants #uslife #becausewe #aremadeintheimagE #ofGod for I’m #asoul #thathasaheart, #foryou are the #samething, #ofGod #bethat #byfaith #orbyyou #haveabody #thatcamefrom #theEarth; you can something #thatcamebefore #youandthat #lovesyoumore #thenyoucan #loveyourself #tosaysimply.

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    7:34 AM 54% mothers backyard

    No one in their right mind, with support racism or really even blasphemy, yet, put that semantic aside; I know in the real world where common sense exists and rights exist, no one has color of skin and willing to being a racist, like a ignorant paupers of a US citizen would claim, either they have high levels of melatonin or they have a low levels of melatonin, for first of all, people don’t have skin color; only persons have skin color, which means that they’re using racism, but it might not be easy to the degree of hateful racism, yet it does not negate the fact that it is still racism that is in play.
    7:35 AM 52%
    ©charfire_m

  • _snapsdiaries_ 20w

    Racism

    Racism is everywhere. Your friends, colleagues, relatives etc. judge you indirectly sometimes in their talks and feel no offense like they said nothing. This sick mentality needs to be consulted otherwise racism will prevail for a long long time.

    ©_snapsdiaries_

  • rupal_kaur_anand 22w

    I was reading a children's book and I realised there were lot of things we have learnt that we start forgetting as we grow.
    We become selfish and self-centered as we become older and we start blaming life or society for it .
    Well never lose the child inside you, sometimes that child is much Wiser than older you.
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    #equality #racism #discrimination #generequality #equalrights #feminism #empowerment #womanhood #likes #imstagram #instadaily #motivation #wisewords #wisdom #kindness

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    Never forget the lessons of equality, patience, kindness and generosity we have learnt as a child

    ©R.K Anand

  • rupal_kaur_anand 22w

    As we grow there are so many things we forget.
    Yes we might learn important life lessons as we grow but never forget the old ones ♥️

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    #descrimination #racism #inequality #womanhood #feminism #lessonswelearn #instagram #follow

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    Never forget the lesson of equality we have learnt as a child

    ©R.K Anand

  • kathlatehitesh 23w

    "bandishein"

    Deewaron ko dekh achanak hi aaj ek khyal aaya,
    K bandishein thi nhi bnayi gayin hain.
    ©hit#

  • shailja33 25w

    #brownskin #racism

    In the world full of white
    and black
    I'm in the equidistant
    of both
    Admiring white
    Accepting black.

    Why is it so?
    that Melanin is busy
    Unable to answer my call.
    Here my feed is
    full with diverse hauls.
    Should I watch them? or
    Wait for his call.

    Coz I can't keep calm
    as next Tuesday Shyam is coming to see me .
    And all he wants is
    a fair girl with chãrm.

    Ugh!
    I am helpless and a brown
    Neither a roll of cinnamon nor a cookie.
    I am an almond hard and witty
    None of them find me pretty.

    Maa's Ubtan didn't work out,
    Fair and lovely also deformed now.
    A new foundation I have to buy.
    But will it last life long?

    Is it my art teacher's fault?
    Who told me about the wrong skin colour.
    As it doesn't match mine,
    Or the 'kalloo' nicknane which I got .

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    Whack

    In the world full of white
    and black
    I'm in the equidistant
    of both
    Admiring white
    Accepting black.

    Why is it so?
    that Melanin is busy
    Unable to answer my call.
    Here my feed is
    full with diverse hauls.
    Should I watch them? or
    Wait for his call.

  • juvenile_verses 25w

    ©juvenile_verses

  • rogue77 26w

    Untitled

    We own the streets
    Not the police
    We will protest
    And do so in peace
    Abuse of power
    Will not be tolerated
    Police brutality
    Must be investigated
    Justice can prevail
    Silence is not an option
    People are now witnessing
    What the police do so often
    The evidence is there
    For everyone to see
    Black lives matter now
    How can you not agree
    ©rogue77