It's sad, really, that prior to arriving at this school I had not been exposed to much diversity at all All the black people I knew acted just like me and my blonde, blue eyed friends so I thought that was how it was everywhere and I would preach to my aging father about how Black people and white people are exactly the same But once I came to this school I realized that we are indeed a world apart and prejudice is a two way street For the first time in my life I am the minority and I am hated because I do not like hip hop and I did not grow up in the city and I do not have a ghetto mentality and my skin is the pale translucent color of skim milk For the first time in my life I realize that black skin and white skin are really very different not because either one carries with it inherited traits but because of learned behaviors I thought that I had influenced my dad's attitude toward black people more than he had influenced mine but I was wrong Here at this school I learned that I really am prejudiced but I am not the only one...
Reason for writing:
I realize that this might offend some people, and that is not my intention.
Birth sign: Aries
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