Receipts

Sometimes,

I wonder what it would be like to live as the minority,

instead of living among my ethnicity where so many feel they have superiority.

 

How would I handle the dirty looks?

How would I handle the idea that because of the color of my skin I am considered one of the crooks?

 

What would it be like to always have to worry about taking the receipt at a store?

And the only reason being so you have proof you didn’t steal what’s in your hands as you walk out the door.

 

What would it be like to always have people telling you that you are loud

or that you have to conform to the culture already set, because your culture isn’t allowed?

 

Sometimes,

I wonder what it would be like to live as the minority

instead of living among my ethnicity where so many feel like they are the superiority.

 

America is supposed to be filled with opportunity.

From the outside, it looks like America is supposed to be a place of congruity.

 

I can’t help but notice that those ideas are really just fiction.

The America that is played out is really a lake of friction, affliction, and contradiction.

 

By the way, I am tired of people saying “what race are you.”

I am human. I belong to the human race, and you do too.

 

It doest matter where you were born, what color you are, what gender you are; you are the human race.

Stop asking what race are you; it’s a disgrace.

 

Why can’t we recognize that regardless of what we look like, we are all human, and that is how we are all called to unite?

I can tell you we are not called to consistently fight.

 

Sometimes,

I wonder what it would be like to live as the minority,

but then other times I wonder what it would look like if there was never an ethnicity that felt that they had superiority.