Life is Crazy

Life. Is. Crazy.

People of any color other than white can't go anywhere without pressure from someone

of their same race or a man in a blue uniform. 

The white man can't go anywhere or state anything without being label fascist or

racist.

In this era, we've seen all of the hate in the world taking form.

But all we focus on is the hate I speak of, never once have we covered both bases.

A child is not born knowing races, just knowing when they like someone or that they

recognize their faces.

If one child at a time was brought not believing in the misconsceptions of their

ancestors, then we could move forward in peace.

When we all hate, it's like selling our soul and signing off on the lease.

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