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Tears ran from his eyes and stung his cheeks. Tears for his son. Tears for his wife. Tears for the little girl they had to raise. Tears for who they were and what they all had lost. Each drop felt like it was slicing his face open like a razorblade.
Smh Ike :(
Green don’t matter if it’s in a Black hand,”
Ain't that the sad truth smh.
Human beings were wired to get used to just about anything. That didn’t make you hard. It made you indoctrinated.
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That man would’ve banged the crack of dawn if it would’ve stood still long enough.
Men might walk on two legs but they were the most vicious animals of all.
“It’s easier to keep your head in the sand than it is to try and see things from somebody else’s point of view. There’s a reason why they say ignorance is bliss,” Ike said.
When the people you love are gone, it’s the things they’ve touched that keep them alive in your mind. A picture, a shirt, a poem, a pair of baby shoes. They become anchors that help you keep their memory from drifting away.
Folks like to talk about revenge like it’s a righteous thing but it’s just hate in a nicer suit,” Ike said.
This time they didn’t feel so much like razorblades. They felt like the long-awaited answer to a mournful prayer for rain.
This almost brought me to tears frfr .
