Dear Scarlett Johansson,
Do you know what it’s like, to wake up every day, and not know what it’s like to be home?
Do you know how it feels, to walk on a path, discriminated, because of the color you are, and the family you were born into?
Do you know just how hard it is, to get to where you need to, be it for work, for school, when you’re stopped at every corner?
Do you know how painful it is, to be banned from going for mass, or being too young to pray in a mosque, when things are meant to be easy, on a land so holy?
Do you know what it’s like, to fight for your rights, but end up being signed of as nothing but terrorists?
Do you know how it feels, to be short on produces, because some idiot feels…
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