Fuckice Stories

Poems created by me, messages I want to share with the world

"How can I ever repay you? I thought I would get hurt" I asked the boy who stood in front of me "U don't hv to repay me. I know my white privilege and I always try to use it to help poc. I'm just being a decent human being ." He answered me nonchalantly we continued marching in the protest side by side till the cops started throwing tear gas and rubber bullets . We parted ways but I hoped I would see him again