Living in the times of mishaps and unjustified crimes
Where eating the bad foods, erupt the body in a satanic way.
Where justice never gets served and the blood just dries in the pavement.
Crime scene is just another facebook post for us to press like or add a little emoji to let the world know how ignorant we can be.
Equal rights is just a thought and never done, but if we just slap some mustard on it, add the yellowish smudge to the paperwork, maybe someone will notice, the fact that all we need is just a little knowledge to get by and a taste of the worlds famous French’s condiment.
Just Slap some mustard on it
TruSista©JAN 2017
Tru Sista
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