Dear son,
It hurts me to tell you that you will be judged because of your skin
Because you dont look or talk or walk like them you wont fit in
You will be followed more in stores
And during traffic stops you will be searched and questioned a little bit more
You see my son has to be told this because of other peoples ignorance
Just because he is black, colored, African American whatever you call it he doesnt have a fair chance
You see your life matter and they dont have a clue
Black lives matter and i know for a fact they do
Snookums18
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LP45 says: Nice write Snookums18. Thanks for sharing. |
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