Am Growing
Am growing......
It's 2 weeks to my birthday and I started seeing life differently, all d things that mean nothing started making sense to me.
I wonder why Jesus is white and not black
I wonder why Devil is black and not white
They made us believe that we are not in existence when history began
So where do the devil got his color from if we are not in existence.....
It pains my heart because they paint us as the beast.....
We look invincible to them because we are different.
Now we are ready to correct that impression/mentality they have about us.
Am growing, so is my country.
written by a ghetto youth
chika
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