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Stuck in a Dilemma


The words on the signs and the threat of the whites are what keep us out. Stuck in a dilemma: do we keep our heads down and go on with our unfair lives accepting what is reality, Or do we think about our kids who need us to raise them, Or do we think about our kids who need us to give them a better future, Or do we brave the storm and fight for our rights no matter what the cost, even if the cost is life itself? We are a tired people running on empty yet trudging on. Keeping the faith and staying hopeful that the sun will finally shine on these dark times. Waiting for someone to realize that color is just color and that the melanin in our skin should be disregarded when dealing with rights. Longing for someone to give us what is our right as humans: equality and freedom.
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