Black A.I

Sincere

Living in a life like this is gruesome. Young white kids often look at my father and laugh because he is bald and old and black. He doesn't deserve to be treated this way, that's for sure. My father is a great man, and that is why today I was paying a visit to the sheriffs office, who was discussing if I should be sent to jail for my 'stunt', on the phone.

"She threatened them, I get that, but she's learning, she's young. It was a mindless mistake." Mr. Stef was practically the only sheriff who approved of our dark skinned community. He always got me out of trouble, but he wasn't very respected when it came to white people because he was Jewish.

"This is unfair. We shall not judge her by the color of her skin for we should pay attention as to why she said such a threat, maybe it's those kids who should pay time," Mr. Stef preached.

Mr. Stef slammed the phone to his office desk before sighing.

"They want an apology to all five of them," he said in one breath

"I regret nothing therefore my apologies won't be so much of an apology. I'm not setting foot anywhere near such people. Judging someone and expecting an apology," I scoffed standing up ready to exit.

"Please Nessy, I don't want you in jail, it ain't a good place for your types,"

I turned around facing him.

"Mr. Stef with all due respect I ain't your slave and I ain't take orders from any white folks anymore," and with that final thought I ran home, stopping by a small cafe named
' Bobs Beverages ', and getting on the, where people wait to order.

When the line got shorter I got closer and a group of teenage boys came and saw how long the line was, and how close I was to the register, so they walked up to me and went in front of me. See in times like these people think blacks people are weak and won't do anything and just accept that they are better and they can do whatever they want.

They did not even look back to see if I was okay with it. And yet again I said nothing. Finally the group of boys came up to the register and ordered their "usual" and it was my turn.

"What can I get you," the elder woman asked.

I ordered a banana loaf and a hot tea, and sat down, my order in my hand.

This place unlike any other, allows us black people to sit wherever we would like, so I walked to the front and sat down at an empty table. I quietly removed my loaf from its small package and took a small bite looking around the place to see other people, white and black, chatting and smiling and laughing. I probably looked like a weirdo staring at people and smiling whenever they laugh.

Suddenly my vision on the elderly couple was replaced by the face of this boy who had taken it upon himself to sit down right in front of me.

I just stared at him, not really sure if I should say something or stay quiet.

"What are you doing all alone?"
He asks curiously staring back at me