Crossroads

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92352
United States
34° 16' 9.7644" N, 117° 12' 31.7412" W

It began snowing gently,
When I looked around and realized I was alone; in the center of the crossroads.
A sudden feeling of loneliness rushed over me.
And I concluded that this "crossroad' was a representation of my life.
Which path to choose.
Which fate will be stowed upon me?
Of course, I already knew the answer.
The color of my skin decided that for me.
When I was young,
I admired my smooth, coco colored complexion.
The way I could never get sunburnt.
The way I reminded myself of a delectable Hershey's bar.
How dare pasty white "purebreds" take away my adoration.
I was proud. Confident.
And now, I was garbage.
Not allowed to choose my own path.
Stuck forever in the crossroads.

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