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Why, Lawd!

The Bible says that His grace is sufficient for thee. But when I think about how those parents must feel when their children are gunned down in the street by dirty cops, I can't imagine how much grace is needed.

I'm so thankful that my family and I haven't been touched by that kind of violence. But I'm not stupid enough to think that it's not possible. That's the scary part. No matter what we're doing or not doing, being or not being, the color of our skin makes us a target. It shouldn't be that way.

They say that Black people are more violent. They treat women like animals -- not like the delicate flowers they are. All because their skin isn't alabaster.

There was a time you only had to worry about the criminals. Now the cops are declaring open season on us. There's nothing more disheartening than being targeted as violent by those whose sole purpose is to protect and serve.

And when the worst happens, where do we go for justice? It's been proven time and time again that the courts won't even consider the evidence. They only want to exonerate the officers.

What kills me is that they kill our kids and get mad when we protest. Are we just supposed to take the gunning down of our people lying down? Is that what Donald Trump and others mean when they say making America great again? Are they trying to take us all back to a time when it WAS okay to kill Blacks for sport?

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