What Did I do to Deserve this?

Kayla

I looked in the mirror.But why did they kill them?That's what I've been thinking every time I see myself for the last ten years.My parents were killed.They were killed for being.....for being (not in my words but the killers words)niggers.They were killed for being black.For the color skin they had.I sighed and flipped on the T.V.The news was on.There was another article about-maybe you should guess.Oh you can't guess?Another article about a black person killed by a cop.I grabbed my purse and walked out the door.I slid into my car.And started driving.I was driving normally,I wasn't breaking any laws.There was a police car driving next to me.He pulled me over and I rolled down the window."Yes,Officer?"I asked kindly."There is a woman that meets your description and has just sexually assaulted 3 men working at a deli not far from here."He explained.I nodded."Can I see a picture?That is,if you have one."I asked.He nodded and showed me a picture of a random black girl.She looked nothing like me.I shot him a look."Excuse me?I am offended!I don't look like that girl at all!"I exclaimed."Right,I apologize.You can go back to driving."He said.I drove off,annoyed.I got to my job.One of my coworkers called out."Oh,look it's nigger girl again!"I looked over at him with tears brimming my eyes.I shook my head and walked up to the roof.It's not fair.I get called a dirty nigger where ever I go,my parents were killed because of our race,and I was just pulled over because I was black.I'm done,just done.I walked over to the edge.My job sucks,but it was the only job that would hire me.Intook a sigh and step over the edge.