I see wrong. Wrong in the way that our color of skin define whether or not we deserve recognition, wrong that my sister feels like she doesn't fit in because every magazine claim you have to be thin, wrong because 2 wrongs never made a right. I never imagine a world could be so violent. You could call me anything, but weak? I'm not. Weak is the people who stand there and do nothing. Weak is the reason hate still something, weak is not me, weak is not I. Stop playing with people lives because this here is not a game. CHANGE!