Will I ever see you smile again? Will we be able to make ends meet someday? Will they stop killing black people in the streets in cold blood in my country? Will we be defeated by our differences? Will we find peace somehow, someway?
Perhaps you are not what they think of you. It’s possible that under the roles we play, we aren’t that special after all. Would it surprise you to know that when you lay at bed a night, so do many others? That you stress and worry despite the imagine you portray and sometimes you need… Continue reading Just The Same
