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Stand

I woke up this morning with this “poem” in my head:

I think because I like the food or the music, I understand. I don’t.

I think because I have that black friend or black college roommate, I understand. I don’t.

I can never fully understand.

But I will stand.

I will stand with you. And march with you and kneel with you.

And I will learn.

Feel comfortable talking about it and raising issues and solutions.