World citizens. Its such a simple thing. Am I an American citizen, no I am a citizen of the world with ethnicity that transcends the bounds placed by political claws. I have no true home, I live through the world immersing myself in culture, wanting to know more.
Its an addiction, knowledge. If there was a money tree somewhere in the near vicinity I would learn, class after class, time after time. I want to know all the things inbetween. I want to be more than who I am. Perhaps that is overextending oneself?
There have been color lines drawn around here lately. Kids on bicycles riding past mulatto families and yelling white power to children who are playing in the yard. No ourselves personally, but just a street or two away. This is where we live. It doesn't change.
We don't live in a free world, we live in a world of hate where one person deems themselves better than another. Am I the only one to see this? Why? I could ask the question over and over and the answer wouldn't change. It is what it is. We are who we are.
Mulatto. Just a word, I love the way it rolls off the tongue but the whiplash received seems to have gotten worse. In the last month the bigotry personally faced is more than I ever had to encounter when living elsewhere. Sometimes I wonder if its just the area. Are big cities any better?
White and black combined makes gray - how many backgrounds are filled with multicolored illusions, stories passed down. Or do they keep those skeletons in the closet?
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