by: Lucille Jan Golilao Being white does not decide my heart, Being brown does not make up my mind, Being black does not determine who I am, ‘cause the colors don’t define me.
Broken. We are all a little broken. We all have troubles, faults, and doubts. We are human. But like used batteries, we can recharge and have powers again.
by: Lucille Jan Golilao Being white does not decide my heart, Being brown does not make up my mind, Being black does not determine who I am, ‘cause the colors don’t define me.