Kyle's POV:
There was this one time, right, I was was walking down my road and middle-age woman was walking past me, yeah, and she clutches her bag tighter as I walk past. You know why? I'm a 24 year old muscular black dude with tattoos all over my body who just escaped from prison but they don't know that. Racism may not be visible to you but it's still there. It's like gravity you can't see it but it's still there. This is my life. Apparently I'm some kind of illiterate dark skinned male and everyday people give me that look, you know the one where they with the raised eyebrow? yeah, that. "You don't belong here" "Your black get outta here" and they said America defeated racism. If there ain't no more racism why is it I can't walk a couple of blocks without people staring or being scared? and why is it that everytime I go to the convience without the same cashier calling me a negro? I mean I buy your stuff and you really have the guts to call me that? I don't say anything because this is the closest store for miles where I can buy my food. People take me for granted I've changed but I can still bust your head in. That's all it is RACISM day in day out. You know why they treat me this way? I'm an only black guy in a white neighbourhood.
