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There isn’t one

What matters

Skin colour is it only skin deep how do we know. All kinds of different people makes out it does not show. But you know when you know. What to do who to talk too. when no one actually understands what your going through. They say Black Lives Matter. When I don’t remember it’s been going on since forever ,way back when you couldn’t even tell who’s a friend. You don’t even know your real friends. You tell yourself you believe them and they see you for you. People hind behind all kinds of things they can’t actually say to you. Stuff they know they have to keep in.  Or stuff they write on paper that they put in the bin . It’s a real sin . Colour ain’t just skin deep. I look in the mirror and feel to weep . whoever wrote that colour was skin deep they must of been half asleep.Now let’s see how many people read this and turn white as a sheep. She can’t write all this. But I did when I couldn’t sleep. So there’s nothing they can say about it, 

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sparrowsong

Hello Jessica...

I always thought Black Lives Matter like All lives matter...
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When I heard that the first time I was shocked to learn I was way ahead of the times and they just caught up...

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My Olive Skin is still Olive...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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