Black Lives Matter Protest

I believe all people should be treated fairly, and you would think that would be a commonly held belief, but I get a lot of shit for it anyway. And so, I continue to march on and make my voice heard. Let me tell you about the first time I marched in the streets of Washington DC. I was 15.
I was standing in the center of a boisterous, chanting crowd. People were marching, waving their banners and posters in the air. Compelling images filled the air as voices through the microphones boomed with motivating speeches. Everybody there had some motivation, a passion to create change. Most importantly, the crowd consisted of people of all races, all ethnicities, and all professions. Whether it was the families of those who lost lives speaking through the microphones or the supporters rallying in the crowd, we were all there for one reason. That reason was change.
I was there to challenge police brutality and racial profiling. I was not just there to challenge an idea, I was there to create a difference, and I acted on my own ideas. By attending the protest, I was able to voice my opinions, while doing so in a peaceful way. What prompted me to act was the unfairness and inhumanity of this idea. The problem of police brutality and racial profiling has never impacted me personally, however it impacts the lives of so many people around us. I am sure everybody has heard of the incidents occurring on the news or other media, known victims personally or even witnessed the events. However only a few people become motivated enough to step out and stand up for what they believe