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Black fists reaching at the sky. Clouds large and airy -- white yet translucent; Seeming to be made of glass.
Like Sterling SilverHe probably had a daughter He probably tried to shield her He was selling CD'sJust
"All lives matter," they respond, as thousands of black and colored people across the country protest and rage against the countless injustices that have been brought upon black men and women
My skin is as dark as night, similar to Onyx and Obsidian, Hair bushy and sun-kissed, but that don't mean I always got a gun attached to my hip, If my melanin offends you - I have nothing to tell you,