This society
We're in a society that cripples people then ask why their limping, judge and ask why their leaving, depresses yet ask why their drinking. Depression is like drowning expected you could see everyone else around you breathing just fine, it's like feeling stuck down low but watching everyone else fly high. We're in a generation that's scared to dream, afraid to go past the expectation ls of what they call a "young black male". But yet we don't want to be different, always wanting to fit in to what they call normal. When will we realize that we weren't created to be normal, but when will we ever realize that we were created to stand out, not fit in, to stand above, not sit beneath. We're in a society that labels us what they want. Now it's up to us to start a change.
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