...I was transformed by this new realization; I am black. When I look into peoples eyes, I did not see a black man, at least almost often. I always saw just a being equal to, or respected the same as the eye holder's respected peers.
I have a bank full of memories, stolen memories and my memories. No longer sure of which is which so I look into every memory bill in search to find my memories. The price of memories, right now no longer worth much until someone is willing to charge because we are always willing to pay, we just don't know it yet. This is my memory banks and I share it with you.
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