Discriminate

We walk, and hold our signs in the air. They're heavy. But nothing is more heavy than the unforgettable burden of being me---us. We hold in our hearts, the love that should be shared among others, brothers, sisters, and the hope that one day the "dream" that Mr. King has will not be a dream but a reality. You say you love-- but how can you truly love when you only love people of your own race? Because your "distaste" only translates to discriminate.