Like you are ‘black’.
My handwriting ‘is’ bad sometimes!
I admit to that!
And I was never taught to be a ‘black’ writer.
But I thank God this keyboard and computer I use…
Could care less what I am.
Black, white, apricot or mustard seed!
As long as I pay the electricity!
And keep everything in my name connected!
Everything is fine…
And I don’t have that as an issue!
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