We Matter
I wrote this epistle
To the side of the world
Where blacks are ridiculed
Simply because their complexions are odd
Humans are humans
Mortals, mortals
We need each other to stand
Racism doesnt matter
Life is a gift
Given to man
It is meant to be cherished
Not taken from each other
This is an epistle
Written to the ends of the world
I hope you turn from acts of ridicule
To performances of love
#Blazze#
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