...I know my family will never have to hear justice say it wasn’t until I was lying in my casket that I was wearing the right clothes I know a woman who once knew a woman who collected the metal collars they used to lock around the necks of black children to chain them to the auction block I was told she hung them on the walls of her home for decoration I remember when I used to believe that was the entire definition of racism Believed there was no one hanging in my wardrobe...
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 22:05:42 +0000
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