*sips "Black Coffee"*

Last year, my homegirl Blu and I were sitting in some coffee shop pondering over philosophies and petty things. We did what many 20-somethings do at that age: tried to envision our futures. We glided through the normal prompts of marriage, and careers, and goals, until inevitably, we arrived at children. Blu wasn't sure if she wanted kids; I felt that I did. Despite both of our inclinations we agreed on one thing: we didn't want to raise them here. Although we lived in the self-proclaimed "greatest democracy in the world" we had been made painfully aware that liberty and justice were not for all in America. We didn't want to endure the unnatural devastation of seeing our legacy snuffed befor

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