I Was A Racist Myself


There are more than six billion souls (Asian, African and South American nations with a colonial past of slavery) from whom I never cared what they had to say. Until one fine day, I met someone…

Be that individual to represent your race that can change a racist like myself. There are already too many bad apples in every race out there. And not many are lucky like myself to stumble upon that beautiful “someone” one fine day.

And just in case if you are wondering or curious about that “someone”, it is not any he or she (as in humans). Its a soul that only someone with a soul can see, hear or feel.

Apologies to any zombies out there for not being too elaborative here.

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