Black and White. White and Black. Black. White. Grey.

No matter what, their racism lives on much deeper than they say.

Anger and hatred for no reason faster than a highway

Free speech unless it offends me. Let me exercise my first amendment right to stand up for what I believe in but get offended when you kneel.

Falling into the same trap, I declare no. I refuse to let my skin color determine how I feel.

I am a white woman. One strike against me, but for some the interchangeable word of color makes two strikes.

Oh silly liberal, grab a gun and shush your pretty little mouth. Obviously, they know not much what I am truly like.

I see grey, nothing truly all the way. I see a world in which I am privelledly oppressed.

Sadly, I may be slightly obsessed and depressed.

Trying to pinpoint the moment in which I ran upstream.

Rather, I only remember the battle against the conventional, making me want to scream

My mother says, “Recognize the culture and see the differences, appreciate them, don’t ignore them and create a false illusion.”

We are not all one color for a reason. We are not to see each other as all white, but rather all as human.