It has been said that one cannot love without fear, but what if one fear love most? I remember a time when I used to run freely through the wind, young and innocent. I looked at life through the eyes of a child, there was never any form of colour or shape. One would play with your friends, that is the way a child sees things, blindly. Why can't adults become the mind of the innocent and accept that a world without colour would be dull? No shades just a plain old white, imagine walking into a room and there is nothing else but the colour white, a room filled without colour, just as it is.
Black is only beautiful when they wear it, NO!! Black is empowering, aren't we all but one? Just humans left on this earth to love one another, what would life be if we only have love for our own kind? Is that what we will teach our children? That you MUST love the one who looks the same as you do and project hate on the other! I fear to imagine such a world, no peace, no love and no harmony.
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I Am Not My Skin [ UNDER EDITING ]
General FictionWords are powerful. If you turn a blind eye then you are just as guilty as the one who commits the crime. Drew is on a mission of self-discovery. Her journey embarks on matters she has taken to heart and one she cannot seem to avoid. The hate crimes...
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