You don’t know what it’s like to…
You don’t know what it’s like to be a black person. You don’t know what it’s like to hated for just being alive by people that don’t look like you. It starts the minute you walk out the comfort of your house.The looks you get when you walk into any place where they don’t think you belong.You maybe greeted and you may not, but as you walk away you hear someone being greeted behind you and asked can we help you. Knowing you weren’t treated like that you continue on your way. You pass by some one and say hello, only not to be responded to. As you continue with your day you understand you can’t undo years of hate that other people have. Your parents taught you to treat others the way you would like to be treated and hopefully during your day you’ll come across someone that will treat you the way they would like to be treated.
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