Race Love

Every grain of sand fallen, Is an eternity. Sand better off lost. No matter the pitfalls. Intolerance… Produced as a result of the tone set by one’s skin. At times… Ferocity towards this subject is exuded by our kin. Yet, they dare never utter the word R A C I S M Blood is made up of water, so what is more important? Complexion is a problem. Love reigns regardless. These souls bonded together because of a promise. A promise, to remain true and never wander into the outer edges of doubt. To never let judgment be clouded by word of mouth. Above all, these spirits form a union unconditional while getting lost in the sands whirling in the back. This union, eleven minutes of beauty as everything fades to BLACK.