Fear

Me and you we are all the same; same bones, same blood but a different race and a different name. When I walk past you, I feel nothing but shame. You clinch your purse; you lock your doors. You turn in another direction; but what for? Do I scare you because of the color of my skin? Does my existence or presence cause harm or offend? We've been stereotyped since the beginning of time; and being a shade darker than you is like committing a crime. Do you ever wonder why we run from the police? We are scared of being deceased. Or beaten by someone with a little more power. We don't run because we are guilty or cowards. When police walk by, we have to clinch our fist; or be taken down by an armed man with a grip that he might place upon my chest. We are scared not resisting arrest. When they approach, we hide or lock our doors; and you wonder why we do this for. If we don't, we may open the door to a barrel of a gun. Now just being honest wouldn't that make you run? So before you judge me see it from my point of view. Cause to be honest, I am just like you. You fear me; but I am scared too.