I send this to every culture.
One race is defined by many cultures, governed by one God. Because many can not comprend that to raise the Sun takes effort.
It takes fortitude to manage the intent of Royalty as we that parent them must stay engaged.
It takes a purely unclogged mind to attempt the journey that is their struggle every day.
Yet when we shadow thier world with blatant not trues we fail to prepare them to move safely in this world where fear is wore as a medallion to those who fail to understand a male that is born black ?? is running a different type of race.
To simplify the purpose of his existence is to push them out into this prevalence unpredictable to what is possible where the bar is set so statuesque that the ceiling that is glass is an illusion where eyes closed while opened convince them that they are okay.
Potential is invisible, as unthought when the advantage is all but hidden because the try was just too hard.
We don't raise them Kings as we should in the lack of knowledge to who they really are,
It's a travesty when considering their trajectory should be born in the shedding of the Forefathers scars.
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