Racism: Black or White

Living Stereotype

A human beings purpose is to help other human beings so the cycle moves on, Brian thinks as he wakes up. Waving around his arm, looking for his stick, he finally gets a grip of it and starts to walk across to the bathroom. My mirror, sink and even water is black. Everything in my bathroom, is black. As I go to brush my teeth, my unshaven beard gets wet; the water dripping into the sink. The sound, echoing in my ears; just as every other sound is to me. "A piece of me is gone, but I've moved on since that day", I say to myself as a tear runs down my cheek. As I finish up in the bathroom, I makes himself some breakfast. Cereal with just enough milk so that it compliments it, with a side of coffee. Just like every, other, morning. After breakfast, I smile. I remember that because sound is my friend, then dance is my soulmate. As the song turns on, I feel the music in me and find that life, is worth living, with or without vision. True beauty arises in the heart of the being, and the action that follows. After a few minutes, I realise I'd had too much excitement; my shirt, filled with sweat. I take a shower and hear as the water drops onto my body and onto the floor, and feel, as the water trickles down my body and leaves to greet the floor. I ponder for five minutes and get on with the shower. As I turn off the water, I take one step after the other, outside to dry myself with the towel that was on the rack, just aside from the shower. I change into fresh pair of clothing. The feeling of silk and the smell of clothes freshly taken out of the washing machine. I turn on the television and the news immediately shouts drama; "A man allegedly, BEATEN, by a bunch of "gangsters", needless to say, the man is now in hospital with a broken jaw and a torn ligament. The suspected men were dark toned men who call themselves thugs. Here's the video of what the camera footage". A bunch of shouting and bleeping comes out from the TV, quickly turning it off. Another tear rolls down my eyes. I am saddened at the stereotype that is being portrayed in the media. I wipe the tear on my cheek and play music, to soothe myself. I sit and recite quotes, motivational quotes, to bring my spirits up. After an hour, I look to the clock which reads *5:30pm*. "Boy, the time flies doesn't it?" I say to myself. The voice of the news reporter, rings, in my ears like an annoying buzzing sound of a bee. I slowly walk to bed, feeling dizzy and unwell. As I lay there, I remember something. In a matter of seconds, I pass out.