Races? Not Me!

  

              I see you over there. Looking at me all wide eyed from behind the safety of your Washington time news paper. if I could read your mind and know the truth without even asking and having to leaning to your "around the boat"  lies, because it's much easier for you to lie in my face than to explain to me why you hate me when you've never met me so there for you do not know who I am. What I've been through, the fact that I'm a very smart and intelligent for my age, but you don't care! You rather go on what you hear and place me in the mix of the average African American stereotype! Like the phrases "being unique" does not exist! You scowl and look down your nose at me. And yet, when I confront you about your dirty looks and racial slurs you get offended and say "well I'd never" ... and yet you do. Yeah I see you and I know how you are, an under cover racist.            

                 The true problem with racism is that people try to cover it up. People are so Self Centered that they'd rather go on what they hear and see from different times and different places. No one is the same, and the faster people realize that the better. The fact that it's inevitable for civilized black people to avoid the races and stereotypical civilization we live in. that the “wall” is still there no matter how long we try to chip away at it, and we’ve “chipping” for century. So how long will it take tell this pointless racism end? By the way it’s looking, way after when my time is up.
            Pleases forgive my anger, but once you get to the age when you start to understand what’s going on in the world you start to ask “why?”. Not “why” it is still here, most of us know why is still here. It’s here because the racist jokes and slurs keep them alive. But I’m talking about the question, why give it so much power to still exist in the world? There are way too many, much bigger problems on this sweet mother earth that we were so graciously given, and just like everything else we took it for granted and she's dying slowly. Because it's hard argue over something dumb with nothing to back yourself on, but is even harder to argue period if you’re dead because there's no earth the live on.
            You can hate me all you want, as long as there's a reason. But if the expect me to care that's another story. you can hate all you want, and you can hold your nose so high to the sky that you get a nose bleed, but only god's opinions the one I'm looking for so you can just stop wasting my time and yours.