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This is my attempt for you to understand what it is like to be a black man. This country and world that sees a criminal, and sees my future as nothing but minimal. Allow me to paint you a visual
As I toss and turn dreading my alarm sound, I think. If these were my ancestors, they'll be up in a blink. See they couldn't get an education or they'd end up dead.
I grew up in the suburbs Always being told that I was different I grew up in the suburbs Always being told ways to change I grew up in the suburbs