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Pureblooded pain cuts the deepest.
Who knows what it means to be hurt?
Considered a failure?
Beaten for what you've done right?
Praised each time you've made a mistake?
Having your judgement twisted around with?
Having your life thrown apart?
Disowned my your own mother?
Hated by the ones that are supposed to love you?
But what are they to me?
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
But you are still my brother.
I know you.
I know you are not like them.
You are not a Black.
Or better perhaps, we are both Blacks
And they are the mistakes of birth.
I know now the way I shall take in life.
I shall not make the same mistakes they did.
It is never too late. Please listen to me brother.
Please listen to my pleas.
But You don't believe me, do you?
You think these are all lies?
Why would I lie?
What do I have to lose?
I say this for I care.
I lost it all yesterday.
And gained it all today.
I do not regret it.
Nor should you.
Do as they didn't.
Yes is a No.
No is a Yes.
Cry at their laughter.
Pity their joy.
Take advantage of their weakness.
For we have something they don't.
It thumps within our chests.
A heart.
Please listen.
Understand.
For brother.
I love you.
Until
The End.
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