When I think of Black Lives Matter, I think of… The frustration that this statement is still not fully realized in our nation. I think of the unending pain and suffering. I think of the shame I have for being complicit. I think of the ways I need to be better and fight for what’s right. I think of the groans and wailing for equality that too long has been ignored.

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