I've failed my people.
Or at least I feel like I have.
I-
I hear the chants. Seen footage of the marches. I know victims, perpetrators and bystanders but why do I feel like the omniscient narrator?
I posted the black screen, retweeted the comments. I shared the petitions.
But why.
Why do I feel like I have to behave like the apologetic black girl who believes in equality when I was never in the wrong.
I never shot a man down for his skin or searched a girl because of her pigmentation.
Discrimination.
That's clear discrimination.
Institutionalised racism exists.
Not only does it exist but we accept-
No, we anticipate it.
How do you tell a 7-year-old child to be careful because they may go outside one day and be killed for a crime, they didn't commit?
Submit!
Submit to the state they say.
Assimilation is better than genocide, but I think I'll hold my pride for just a little bit.
Is assimilation not just cultural assassination?
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