For years people of color have been fighting. Fighting, screaming, crying, longing, begging, demanding, and peacefully asking to be treated fairly. However, with much sorrow and defeat, the call for equal treatment has been met with a unmistakable harsh NO. If you think I wrong, name all of the twitter hashtags of young black people killed in America. You can't, because there are to many to count. To many to individually grieve for and hurt for because of their untimely deaths. To many to individually solve and eventually figure out why. In cases like these, there are more questions than answers. As a adult you try to figure out the situation for yourself. Try to digest and process your emotions. However, on top of all that, you have eyes looking at you. A child, young sibling, or cousin. In other words, someone more innocent and at times more emotionally vulnerable than you. After years of heart-breaking verdicts, and just living this unfair and hard like, we adapt. We grow th...