Treading Fire

I have never seen the bright side of things.
Even though I try to see the good in this world, the injustices shatter any sparing sparks of hope.

So I close my eyes, and I am greeted by darkness once more.

As I watch all things around me rot and perish, only waiting for my turn.
I am surrounded by darkness.

My dark skinned lineage is just another thing to mock. Just another base for shame. Another barbed hook imbedded in my flesh, grasping my ribs, and my very spine as leverage to drag me down, digging deeper with every ethnic joke and racial slur.
My very skin is "tainted" by it.

I can't run from it, can I?

Welp, best I look that bitch in the face and hit it with my best pickup line.

"Hello Darkness, my old friend."

A story based on the author's life, made for those who aren't stubborn enough to be themselves.

Mind you, this shit starts off sad.