Some things are not meant to be just shadows of despair or the ants beneath the foot of gods.
We watched as we were forced to submit to their power. To be oppressed without voices.
Independence was not an option. To be the slaves to a throne because of the honey on our skin was a duty of ours.
But we refuse to sit idly by and watch as our lives are taken away from us, to watch as our names are not ours anymore.
Everything has its beauty but it takes a while to let it crack through the surface of darkness and that's what makes life bittersweet.
Diversity and discrimination of different human races
