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Colors
They are what we see everywhere.
None is better than the other, but together they paint a picture
Colored
A word once used to label.
Two more letters and beautiful color becomes a crime, a hate, a dividing line.
How can these two words, once so similar to the other, create so much fear?
It has the power to, peel bark, unroot roots...grow strange fruits...
The power can only be given from one evil to the other.
Who is the culprit?
It is us.
Not her not him Not them.
Us.
Humanity is one race, it is not divided into colored.
We.are.colors.
Different from another, yet equal.
And together,

We can paint a picture of hope.

We can paint a picture of hope

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