When she went to the supermarket they would look at her.
They would whisper words of warnings to their children.
As if she was contagious.
As if her skin color made her different from them.
As if they did not share the similar bone structure.
As if they weren't all humans.
As if she had no business being in the white men land.
As if they owned the ground they were staying on.
As if being cruel to her could be exhausted.
As if her skin color made her bad.
It made her different from them,
but who wants to stay in a room full of clones?
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colors of society #wattys2017 [completed]
Short StoryWe all come in different shapes, sizes, and colors. Yet, white describes the only color society accepts, brown is cursed and judged, black is deemed, pink represents the innocence society is so obsessed with. Another unhealthy obsession a...
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