Yes I am Black… …But my Daddy is White

We are divided by a ruling class, to keep us weak. It is heartbreaking to see your child cry, too see her uncles car window smashed and him tasered and beaten by police, to be called a Niger. My child is watched like she is a thief in every store. Her younger white sister gets a job with less experience but they both applied. It is sad as teenagers if caught with cannabis my black child is more likely to get a criminal record. Its sad that my children are not equal in America because of their skin not who they are.  Is it not time to just all be people, don’t be divided in ignorance lets be united in love we are all someones children.

“An individual who breaks a law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for the law”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

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