chp30 07/04/23

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Darya

Welcome my quiet whispers,

In the corner of the street there is a man. This man is in love. He stands there smoking and selling. We judge, based on opinions we have learnt from stereotypes. We hide behind our screens believing we are better than everyone else. We communicate ineffectively, drowning the words society doesn't want us to know. We stand behind high power officials putting our faith in their trusting hand. While they decide who is worthy of what. Who provides us with those stereotypes? About the man, who's in love. He stands there smoking and selling.

What we don't see is the corrupt hand we stand in, the ones we trust with our faith. But what we miss is the family behind the man, who's in love. Who stands there smoking and selling. What we don't know is the man is selling bracelets. Home made, beautiful hand-made. That brings a smile to a young girl whose mother brought her one and those smiles pass through different communities. And stop at the vile, croup hands of the officials, who want us to believe, the man who is in the corner of the street, who is in love and smoking and selling. Is a drug dealer.

Unforthcoming,
Silent whisper.

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