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I used to fear ghostsGhosts of peopleGhosts of pastsGhosts of memoriesGhosts of what could have beenGhosts, I thought, were the essence of fearThen the ghosts came to me
In order for us to grow, as a society, people have to know when to stop and think, without reacting. We’ve grown to where we are at today, but there’s still a KKK.
One. You mock me, shame me, spit on me; You deny my humanity and curse me. You cannot see past my dark hue. Two. You mock Him who made me By burning that cross on my lawn.
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