I Never Knew How Hard Life Is For A Black Man

A Young Boy Oblivious To The Hate In The World

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✨George Alexander✨

It's five in the morning and for some reason I'm having trouble falling asleep.  I lay in my bed, completely still waiting for sleep to take over my body. I feel like I just can't get away from my conscience mind, I just want to dream. Dream about all of the good in the world, all of the good I did, all of the good this country has done. I rest my eyes as they are getting heavy and I cannot keep them open. I mumble 'God watch over me as I sleep' and I felt my body fall deep, deep into a state of comfort and relaxation. I've been waiting for this moment all day. 

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I wake up and feel a breeze of air dancing on my face. I feel exhausted and for some reason, I feel like something isn't right but I just can't think of what. I slightly brushed the hair from out of my face and I noticed how rugged and dry my hands were. I looked down and noticed that I wasn't myself. I wasn't the person I was before I fell asleep. I breathed in deeply, slightly holding it in and exhaling after a couple of seconds.

I slowly stood to my feet and let my clothes hang, they were so big on me to the point where they were dangling like woman's earrings. I feel overwhelmed with emotions and I just can't wrap my head around what's going on. I need to figure something out. This kind of thing doesn't just happen and I'm kind of confused. 

I took small, steady steps until I reached the end of room and starred at myself into the mirror. It was like I was looking at someone else's reflection instead of my own. My eyes were cocoa brown, my skin was silky brown and my hair was full of coils and curls. Before I closed my eyes last night, I was George, a Caucasian guy from the suburban part of Louisiana. I don't know who I am anymore and I don't understand why this is happening.

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 ✨Flashback✨

''George, come here for a second please''. My mom called out to me from the living-room.

''I'm coming".

I raced down the stairs and made my way to my mother's feet. My heart was pounding and my ears were alert. I noticed that there was people I didn't recognize in the room with my mother and so I asked who they were.

''Hey son, this is Julius Marc and his wife, our neighbors and they were here to see the farm".

"Okay. I'll take them".

"Good".

I headed for the door and motioned for Mr.Julius and his wife to follow me. I knew where to take them because I've been here with my father once but I'm not really familiar with anything because my parents won't let me come around here by myself.

We made our way down the street and as soon as Mr. Julius seen my father standing by the barn, he told me to leave. I seen people who I've never seen before, people who were different from me, people whose skin was the color night and hair thick like wool. I never knew that people come in all different colors. I was fascinated, I stood in awe looking at their beautiful skin as they picked small flowers in the yard. My father noticed me standing there and ordered me to leave. I really don't understand why I can't be out there and why I never knew about these people.

I headed back to the house wondering why those people were picking those small flower. I rushed to my room and pulled out my sketchbook and crayons. I drew all of the people I saw and hung it on my wall. Every night, I would look at this picture and pray that I could finally go out to the farm so that I can meet these people.

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