Crossroads

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.