paint
we are all a blank canvas , but only given one color to paint in
and our actions are our brush strokes
dont be so aware of the color , youre afraid to make any strokes
or so adamant about your color you dont care about your strokes
but know that no matter what color you are black, white, brown , yellow, green , or blue its the beauty of the strokes that makes the painting
your imagination is the only limitation
you can use different shades, different brushes
so no matter how hard anyone tries , you are unique
so dont focus on the color of your skin
focus on the beauty in your actions
because thats what makes life worth living
its the difference between MLK and O.J
the difference between Joel Olsteen and Adolf Hitler
the difference between Ceasar Chavez and Pablo Escobar
the difference between angels and demons
so make each stroke as if it was your last
so when the red and blue show up behind you
it'll be the difference between put your hands up or shaking hands and being told there should be more like you
so when you pass from this world to the next
it'll be there different between being told you have failed or welcome my son
the difference between your painting being disposed of or remembered forever.
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