My People

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I Am, divinely where I Am, to BE at. I cannot rush My walk. Rather, I must seize My day, doing all I can, to BE the best version of Me that I can BE, in preparation of My Home coming.
I woke up watching the news A young black dude only sixteen years old and just got his license too. Speeding on the street so he got pulled over in a black hoodie, What made it look worse:
My people, my race, my heritage.  I am a rapist. I am a drug addict. I am good for nothing alcoholic That is how one person labeled all of my people.  My ancestors. 
What would i change? If i had one thing i could change, what would it be? It would be My people's history, thats what i would change. The blood shed, thats what i would change.
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