Imagine living everyday, knowing that everywhere you go, everything you do is being observed and judged. Imagine walking into a convenient store or a clothing boutique, knowing that you’re always going to be watched and followed. Not because your a valuable customer, but because the employees think that you are going to steal an item or reveal a bomb beneath your clothes. Imagine being mocked at school because you don’t look a certain way or look like everyone else. None of us like being left out but then why do we judge? Why do we hate and let it spread like wild fire? Or worse; why do we remain silent while our fellow human beings cry out for justice and freedom to simply be who they are? Everywhere we go and everywhere we look there’s always going to be someone different, because differences are a good thing or so we say. But then we use those differences to justify our hatred and defend our discrimination. Racial discrimination is everywhere; it is the belief that a particular race is inferior or superior to others, racism is not only wrong it is disgusting. Whether we’re beating someone with our words or our fist. We are literally destroying them over things they cannot control. How can we beat someone down because of their race?? Yes, they are different, they dress differently, they look differently, they talk differently. To try to pretend they aren’t different would be ignoring the obvious and insulting what makes them beautiful. What a shame that we obsess so much over what’s on the person, that we miss the depth of what’s inside the person. Do we ever stop judging them long enough to find out who they are, what makes them tick, what drives them, what gives them joy, or what breaks them down?? Someone can be black or white or red or brown but they are still human. They know what it means to cry and to bleed and to dream and to die. They know how it feels to lose a loved one and how it feels to pursue a passion and how it feels to love another human being and to be loved. And deep down we all know this, we say we’re nor racist so why does racism still exist? We claim to be the most tolerant generation, yet reports of discrimination, violence, and Hate crimes are blasting non stop on social media. Maybe we should all ourselves if I’m not racist, why am I not doing anything to stop it? If I’m not racist, why am I not speaking out against racist comments on social media? And why do I not stand up to the hate that presses down on our society. These are hard questions but we’ve taken the easy way for far too long. We stick our heads in the sand, we ignore the facts because as long as we don’t think we see a problem then we can’t think that we might be part of the problem. Have we ever asked ourselves why we hate to think about how racism makes other people feel? Is is because then we cannot pretend that they deserve our hatred? Is it because then we couldn’t ostracize and marginalize and criticize.? Are we afraid of them? Do we believe that they are less of a human than we are? Do we believe they are human at all? Have we ever asked ourselves,

Am I Racist???

WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO HAVE HAPPINESS?

WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO HAVE DREAMS AND ACCOMPLISH THEM?

WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO LOVE?

HOW DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE

WHEN YOUR BODY IS SO NUMB

YOUR SOUL FEELS LOST

YOU CAN'T FIND IT

YOU'RE BEGGING GOD TO TAKE YOU HOME!

BUT THEN YOU REALIZE IT DOESN'T MATTER!

SO YOU TRY TO BRING YOURSELF BACK TO LIFE

BUT HOW CAN YOU?

WHAT DOES IT FEEL LIKE TO HAVE FAITH IN EVERYTHING YOU DO?

OR TO STAY POSITIVE & HAPPY

BELIEVE AND FEEL WHAT YOU WANT NOT WHAT THE 

WORLD WANTS!

TEARS FALLING FROM MY EYES

NO ONE SEEMS TO NOTICE

SOCIETY SEES THE SCARS ON MY ARMS

DO THEY EVEN CARE?

THEY SEE THE PAIN IN MY EYES

BUT THEY LOOK STRAIGHT THROUGH

HOW DO WE LOOK PAST SOCIETY AND ITS IGNORANCE?

WE HAVE TO DEAL WITH OUR OWN PAIN OUR OWN WAY,

OUR OWN PROBLEMS OUR OWN WAY! 

HOW DO WE ESCAPE ?

WE FEEL TRAPPED.

LIKE WE CAN'T GET AWAY.

BUT WE CAN, THIS IS HOW I FELT FOR SO LONG UNTILL I ADMITTED I NEEDED HELP AND I GOT IT  NOW I'M HERE TO SHARE, LISTEN AND GIVE.

People go through life thinking they can accomplish anything they want to. That they can be whatever they want. But what about the people who can't?

The people we don't even consider people. Who can dream and hope but to white society is all they'll be good for is standing behind a plow or in a corn field or somewhere picking cotten.

But answer me this, what makes them so different from us? Cause the only thing I see is a different color of skin...

And that don't mean a damn thing. They're stronger than most because they've been through hell and back. Have you ever stopped to think how you treat certain people?? Or how it makes them feel? I think most forgets they even have feelings.

And that is pretty damn sad you ask me.

How can you feel so good about yourself, yet so disgusting?

How can it feel so right,

Yet so painful?

How can you think you're doing so much better

When your going back to your old habits?

How can you think you have control of your emotions when really they do?

How can you feel your worth something, when you keep putting yourself down?

Stand up for yourself!

Have standards!

And be careful.

If you don't nothings ever going to change.

Do you ever think about me?

Do you ever miss me?

Do I even cross your mind?

Do you remember the good memories? Or just the bad?

Why do you hate me?

Even with a passion?

I called you tonight and you were still cold as ice towards me.

Why??

I was just worried!

I was told you were gonna commit suicide.

I still care about you, as much as I wanna forget you I can't!

Please just stay here,

Your so important.

I loved you,

I think is still do!

My nails are chipped,

My hair is split,

My skin is dry,

My hands feet and legs have scabs all over them.

My face has zits,

I have strech marks everywhere,

You think that's bad? Just wait I'm not done!

My heads messed up,

I'm so outta line,

I'm empty inside almost dead,

My body feels numb,

Like nothings worth helping,

My polish is out lined,

My mind is out dated,

But these are life obstacles,

Take a step back and look a little closer.

Falling like a fool,

Catching feelings like a butterfly,

Trying to be noticed like a striper in a crowd.

Trying to be loved like never before,

Falling hopelessly in love with you.

For what?

A life of pain and misery?

A life of joy and happiness?

A hopeful love?

A dreadful love?

It's a catch 22.

Relationships are hell waiting to happen. As if I'm re-living my childhood nightmare. The worst feeling is feeling like your alone. Wether it's being alone mentally, emotionally, or physically. It's like sitting in a dark closet with nothing in there but your midnight thought's.

- Priscilla and sierra

I'm a reckless mistake, Being rejected by the world. Am I that messed up you can't even notice my existence? The world is the darkness to my pointless life. I'm not perfect and I'm far from it, but am I that imperfect?? I must be because you look down on my looks, personality, Hobby's, my life even. Your the only person that mattered to me and you shot me down like the ant beneath your shoe or like a bullet firing from your rifle. What's the point in being here when is all you want is to disappear?? No matter how hard I try I can't find a purpose in this world. People are never going to accept me, maybe it's for the best. But I will accept myself if no one else will, what choice do I have? I see things in myself no one else does and I know my strengths and weaknesses, others guess but will never know my story. Nor the hell I went through as a child till 13 years old and then from 13-16 and how much I'm trying to change my 17th year of life. But people also don't care to pay attention, they just want to judge me by my cover..