They ask me if I’d ever change my address
If I’m scared to sleep at night
If I have extra locks on my door
Or if I’ve ever had to fight
When I step off the bus, I’m told to pray
Because I never know if my shoes will too be put on display.
Others tell me to watch my back
Because one of “them” might take a hit at me
I say, why be scared of a shade darker than me?
Are we not all capable of attacking too?
Never does one see past the horizon,
For we are far too ignorant as humans to accept not even one.
So they ask me again if I’d ever change my address
Because of their race
Because of what the media makes them out to be
Because of what others see them as,
I say, why?
Are we not the same?
Does one not say to another to be careful when they don’t see their own?
One’s action doesn’t give the right to judge the whole.
My answer? No.
I will not change my address because I hope for that one day
That one day differences will be put aside and the world will change its dull shade of gray.