Posted in Mask Off, My Story

I’m Not White

The other day I made friends with homeless people, I was drunk. When I say that I don’t mean it in that way as if I made a mistake. It wasn’t I don’t regret it, I wish I had the same amount of courage when I am sober.

We are all bias in a way, we prejudge everything based off what we hear alcohol just eliminated what white middle class society has enforced on me…

(ironically I’m not white but growing up in the US mainstream media has brainwashed me to believe thats what I should be)

but at that moment everyone and everything was the same as it should be… “all men are made equal” and deep in my core I believe that to be true

However, during my sober daily life as I walk passed a person who does not belong to my group of pretentious people I feel threatened and make my self small as so they won’t notice me…

The other day tho, I was one with everyone. Everyone was my friend.

I had no skin color, no social class, no furthered education

I was just simply me, whatever that is





The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It's the window to my soul.

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