Is it a crime to be black?
Our color is dirty and our hair is nappy, we're human just like you so why is this happening? a white man can shoot up a school just like that over a dozen 1st graders are dead but we get persecuted for a pack of cigarets. NYPD plays this as a game but frankly it isn't funny how a 17 year old boy can go to the store and get shot down for nothing and a traffic stop turns into something deadly "license and registration please" BANG! You were resisting. Our kids are not safe not even at school because racism continues were ever they go. If it's not the police it's the children constantly reticulating because their different "your hair is nappy" "your mad black sweetie" like yes I am and I enjoy my melanin. Because I am a proud black women as all should be I represents my roots because I know that's what I am and always will be because my ancestors fought for this day and I'm not giving up so quickly, I waited for the day a black man was in the Oval Office is there to lead me.
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