
I can’t pretend to understand how it feels to be judged by the color of my skin,
I can’t pretend to know the path that one is forced to walk,
I can’t pretend I know how it feels to be treated like an animal for daring to breathe,
All I can do is stand by your side,
Allow my voice to join the side of right,
March for justice as I open my ears to hear,
To open my eyes to see,
I stand beside you,
I hold you close as I wipe your tears from the pain,
I can’t pretend to understand but I do care.
About the Creator
KD Meyer
I live a simple life in South Georgia. I am a storyteller, a truth-seeker, a person who ponders everything. & curious about what makes others tick in general. This reflects in all my writings. https://www.facebook.com/kdstorm
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