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George floyd

Black lives matter

George floyd

They're holding him down, some may think they don't realize well, 

others they'd think they knew, they knew at the moment what they were doing and why? 

Well, Because in these moments we will choose, what emotion that blind sights us and the visual we lose, That man had a family not only that but he was human just like you...

Instead of taking a life for another life...
They take a life then tell a lie...

was it intentional ...

was it a mistake...

one MISTAKE, two MISTAKES,

How many will it take??

How many mistakes will it take for racial targeting and negative energy to go away...

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trin li

It's important to address the issues that are happening all around us, some may just need a clearer perspective. Help spread this love and emotional support. Join at change.org, goodnews.org, blacklivesmatter.org, lgbt.foundation , stopaddiction.us

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Sarfraz Ahmed

What a heartfelt poem, what words can be used to describe the injustice. His story has inspired many of us to put pen to paper.
The fight lives on.

Sarfraz x

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