Stupid Racism
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O que dizer quando sua vida muda da água para o vinho? Como eu poderia saber que aceitando a proposta que a tão famosa " Luxu's " poderia fazer com que tudo mudasse? Nunca pensei que isso poderia acontecer, no momento em que cruzei com ele naquele corredor, eu nunca pensei que ele seria racista e me chamaria das piores coisas possíveis. Coisas que nunca imaginei ouvir de alguém que eu comecei a amar assim...gradativamente. Mesmo sentindo raiva de momentos que ele me ofendia sem ao menos me conhecer...ele acha que é superior? Por que ele tem de trazer a tona a raça das pessoas? Eu não vejo raça, somos todos seres humanos!" Racismo é burrice
Não seja um imbecil
Não seja um ignorante
Não se importe com a origem ou a cor do seu semelhante. "
Com diz a letra da música do Gabriel O Pensador...racismo é burrice!! "
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