(A very short entry I decided to quickly add..had to change my original one as someone already covered that!)
“I’ve got my mothers skin, I’ve got my father’s eyes...it’s something that I can’t deny...it’s nothing that I want to hide..and even
though my roots come from the other side, I didn’t think that they would mind...”
I sighed as I hunched down into myself, my hands digging further in my pocket. The harsh wind raged across my vulnerable ears as I wrapped my hands
around, hugging myself. It was getting colder by the second...ah the joys of Winter. I quickened my step, scurrying home from school, wanting to avoid
the dark that may engulf us.
“Oi, look over there guys...I see scums.”
I glanced at the direction in which the voice seemed to be originating from.....not again.
“Paki, go back to your own country.”
I stopped midstep, gritting my teeth, clenching my fists hard enough to draw blood from the nails digging into my skin. My brother tugged on my sleeve
willing me to ignore them. Resuming myself, I carried on.
Behind me, insults spurred out furiously from their mouths, “Yeah you better walk away. Where's Mohammed now, huh?”
“I'm a Hindu you twit and I was born here.” I muttered under my breath, too faint for the loony to hear.
And that was the first of many. We always then scrambled home, taking comfort in the safety awaiting us.
Once upon a time, we didn’t pretend we have open minds, we actually did. Once upon a time, we didn’t judge people on colour. Once upon a time, it
didn’t matter. Yet now it does, we form our stereotypes, we form our opinions.
I'm brown. That doesn't mean I'm going to fly out and bomb someone. I'm used to getting analysing looks in the train, people trying to get a peek into
my rucksack, only to be surprised to find sheets of paper covered with mathematical jumble.
Take a 5 year old kid. They don't care about skin colours. Children so young are actually so wise, so innocent.. It's society that contorts their
views as they grow up, polishing their end product. If you closed your eyes...you wouldn't be able to distinguish between colour. It makes NO
difference. I respect you, you should respect me back. And I'm not only talking on behalf of being brown, I'm talking for everyone.
Rose, black or orange. It doesn't matter. Colour shouldn't divide us. Yet it does...and that, to me, is just one of the many failures of the human
“Tell me how to change traditions when it's all of them against me? How can I change a million minds in this lifetime? If I erase my history,
what defines me...if I let them change my truth...would I be good enough for you?”
edit on 13-12-2011 by BlackPoison94 because: (no