Volor
Stop the racism
Stop the tearing down the people
Stop saying make america great again
Stop the lies
Stop the madness
This has to come to end
Somehow or someday
This is what our world has come to
Tourting innoncent races
Beating them down
Pinning down against one another
Are you serious ?
What is this country ?
We are not freedom
We are the opposite of the freedom
Freedom doesnt not mean you get the freedom to treat
Someone a certain way
That is just straight stupid
I am someone
With feelings
A soul
A heart
A mind
A body
A brain
It should not matter what skin you're in
It should matter of your brain not the color of your skin
Power of color
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