Why I am making you a letter, doesn't make any sense to you. Because, well your dead, and that is just something I need to live with. It has been difficult for me to lose you, but I believe in something greater, a better world. For a better world, some people must make some sacrifices. You made a sacrifice, for the black people. You triggered a demonstration that showed, we are just as good or even better than the whites. In the last months, we have fought for racial rights, because it's not okay to be treated like we don't matter, we matter! every single of us matters, in some way. You did matter. The reason you matter is you were my best friend ever since I can remember, you kept me safe when I was feeling down, you helped me so much. hehe, do you remember when I had to move schools when I was nervous because it was a fancy, white and expensive school? yeah, you made me laugh when I was crying like a bitch. The first day was not the best. But your death helped an incredible amount of people, in so many ways. You gave us hope to fight for racial injustice. it's crazy to think that my best friend changed the world! and I do believe for the better. I am now a youth racial injustice fighter. This means I travel around America and the rest of the world, and I fight for the right thing, and that was black people matter. But I came up with something bigger "everybody matter" because they do. I do see that you have made a change in the world, my dad doesn't have to watch for the cops every time he is out driving. My momma's words and her voice used to have power. If she said I was fine, I was fine. But after I've held two dead people and seen their souls leave their bodies, words like that don't mean shit at that moment.
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