My Black Is Beautiful
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Última publicación jue, jun 18, 2015
To all the people of color who feel misinterpreted this is for you.
Before you feel the need to comment just know that I'm not claiming all black people can relate to what I write and I'm not claiming that no other race can relate to what I'm saying because neither claims are true. However with all the negativity that circulates in the world about black people I decided why not embrace us for all the positivity we have done or what we are or what we are not. I do realize I could've wrote about any other race or included all races, but I feel like we needed it the most and if you have a problem with what I write you don't have to read it because no matter how you feel my black will ALWAYS be beautiful :)
If you ever have anything you would like me to write about just comment and I'll do it!
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