They are burning churches and you talk of flags. Waving swastikas and bars and stars hurt our souls but not nearly as much as the loss of God’s house. What you call pride, I call bragging. A flagrant reminder of a playing field that is unleveled to your pink skinned benefit. A boy calling wolf nowhere near the wooded wilderness. It’s apples and oranges and your fruit bowl is fully stocked with both. You call attention to your bug bite problem like it rates with the gaping wound that is being a person of color in this country. You may have suffered, you may have faced tragedy it is simply that your lowest low still rates above the common day of many others. So how about you stop whining, be grateful, and truly do something to better this country you pledge to love.
Browse: Home / get up stand up