I look in the mirror, and I see someone diffrent. I look at my friends, and they are diffrent. Our skins are diffrent colors, our eyes have diffrent shapes, but our heart is in the same place, its the same color, and it hurts the same. We see them walking around, and we get so scare. They can not even show their face. -why are they afraid? How can they hate me for something I have no control over? -how can they hate me, if I didn't do anything. How can they blame me for being diffrent? was it my fault? -no if they could take their mask off their face, and the blind off their eyes, then maybe they can see that we are all the same. We have hearts, and feelings. And we hurt the same. can you imagine being able to walk down the street, and smile, and not look at the color of the skin? of being judge because of who you are, instead of how you look? can you imagine the happy world? THAT...is my dream.
Reason for writing:
I just wish there were not so many racist people in this world, makes me mad that there are.
Birth sign: Aries
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