Racism is grayer than the darkest clouds that loom overhead on rainy days. Racism smells like the concentration camps of World War 2. Racism looks like the coldness in ones eyes when they decide to hate. Racism sounds like gunfire in the middle of the night. You sit up, in panic, but are forced to listen. Racism tastes like your least favorite food. The taste lingers in your mouth for the longest time. Racism feels like the sadness that you feel after watching a depressing movie.Birth sign: Aquarius
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