yall ik this is a fanfic but I fucking can't
I DONT REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I TURNED ON THE NEWS WITHOUT SEEING THAT A BLACK PERSON HAS BEEN KILLED
IM. SO. TIRED.
WHEN DID A COLOUR DEFINE YOUR RIGHT TO LIVE?
THE THING ABOUT THESE COPS IS HALF THE TIME THEY AREBT EVEN IN FUCKING DANGER
THEY SPENT HOURS CHASING DOWN A CAR 3 DAYS AGO AND THEY SHOOT DOWN PAUL
DEATH IS NEVER THE ANSWER.
DEATH WILL NEVER BE THE ANSWER.
so i live in canada in the 6ix it's lit, it's fun
this stuff doesn't happen a lot here our cops are hella nice i haven't had a lot of racist encounters
but i look over at my brothers my sisters and their in fucking coffins, disappearing like their an endangered species
now honestly quick question, is there something in the #blacklivesmatter hashtag that I don't see?
people are getting killed
people are getting murdered. and supporting them, supporting their families, children, nieces, nephews. is fucking stating that you should be killed?
selfish.
everything has to be about you
anything not supporting you, has to be against you, doesn't it?
138 black people have been killed by people who are supposed to protect and serve. this. year.
it's only august
when will we be safe? when will we be protected?
WHEN CAN WE FUCKING LIVE OUR LIVES.
WHY DOES A 5 LETTER LABEL DETERMINE MY RIGHT TO LIVE?
WHY DOES A 5 LETTER LABLE DETERMINE YOUR RIGHT TO LIVE?
AND WHY HAS A 5 LETTER LABEL DETERMINED THAT 138 PEOPLE WERE NOT WORTHY OF LIFE?
but more importantly, why did people listen?
YOU ARE READING
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