i live in a nice house.
it was two story house, in a predominantly white neighborhood. i didn't like that. it felt strange leaving the house and mostly seeing white people, i felt as though i was being judged.
their eyes watch my every move, it seemed as though they wanted me to make a mistake. adults whispered, she looks like her mom, while the kids whisper, do you think she could be related to the school janitor? they look more alike than her family.
i want to die.