If i say i hate you then im no better than you. If i tell you, you break my heart with your words of hate and thoughtless words of intended dehumanizing mockery of who i am then im just blowing things out of proportion. I wish for only one day that you could feel what i feel and see what i see and for Your kids to ask why do people pick at their hair, skin and tell them they are thugs, gangsters, a unwanted displeasure to look at or descendents of that. It so hard to sit back and see (not just on here) people try to justify and actually get Happy just at the thought of being right about someone being killed justly. I wish for one day you could feel what we feel for one day see the looks to see the grasping of pocketbooks, the edging closer to your loved one in delusional fear of me just for something i had no control over. Dont mind me and my words im just at my limit today. Carry on.