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STOP: Don't Rape!

I don't just talk; I practice what I believe in. I stopped watching the CW when they got rid of all the Black shows. If we're not good enough for your station, you won't be getting my views. I don't boycott one person for rape and rape culture and not the others. I wanted to raise Marvin Gaye from the dead and kick his ass once I learned his history with a sixteen-year-old. I had to delete him from my playlist. I got rid of Tupac from my playlist. I don't even listen to hip hop anymore. The rape culture is too glaring. I will no longer watch Black-ish. I can't listen to Michael Jackson or Prince. I don't listen to David Bowie. I get uncomfortable riding with people when R. Kelly comes on the radio and I can't turn it off or switch the station. I did not march for Alton Sterling. I could go on and on. Some have even told me I take things to the extreme. But I stand firm in what I believe in. Racism, rape and rape culture, pedophilia, and child molestation have no place anywhere in my life.

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