Diversity
Welcome to Diverse.
The city where it is unacceptable to walk out of your house looking like trash.
It is a crime punishable by a public stoning witnessed by everyone you thought were your friends.
And the worst part is that they're the ones handing the stoners the rocks.
"what are you wearing?"
"You look disgusting"
Population: you and me.
The city where using their instead of they're immediately makes you illiterate.
"Did you even pass the 1st grade?"
"Do you know how to speak proper English?"
The people you thought you knew transform into piranhas, and they've tasted blood.
Diverse city takes no prisoners. It is a ruthless place, unsafe for those who don't know the area well.
You have to be weary of every shadow because they all have a loaded weapon under their belts and enough ammunition to go around.
In this city, it is rare to find a person who doesn't behave like a monster.
They've looked in the mirror and have decided to be the change.
They do not tolerate haters and people who think they are a Supreme Court Judge, they do not have a right to it.
These people challenge the oppressors.
They fear no evil.
You are entitled to being human.
It is called human being not human doing. What you do does not define who you become.
Pay no attention to those in faux black robes who carry wooden mallets like it's their job.
They criticize those in orange jumpsuits for standing up to what is wrong.
They do not choose the side of the oppressor, they choose the side of equality and justice.
Look the monster in the mirror.
Be the change.
Fear no evil.
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