How Many Times
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Ostatnia publikacja niedz., wrz 6, 2020
How Many Times do we have to say Black Lives Matter, how many times is it going to take for you guys to stop and realize what's going on, how many more deaths, how many more screams and cries, how many more protests is it going to take for you to put your guns down and listen to us and stop killing us. I thought America was suppose to be free then how come we black people have to fight for our lives so we can do the things white people can. Why do we have to be the ones who are the bad guys?
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