White-eyes, staring always. I walk about with eyes glued to me, the fear emanating with complete awareness.

I walk into a convenience store, all eyes glued on me. In my hand there is no gun, yet the attendant will follow me. I cross the street and a mother will corral her kids with fear in her eyes. I am not wearing gang related colors, but a cardigan.

Racial slurs flood out of the mouth of those who call me their brothers like hypocritical throwing knives. Discussions in class about racism
led by those who have never felt it. Some even deny its existence. The unfortunate reality is that just because it has not happened to you, does not
mean its non-existent.

This is not an attack but a testimony that the judgmental eyes know no color or creed, but the discrimination is expanding like our ever-complex universe. The burden of prejudice weighs down hope from the moment I walk into a room. Racism is an idea not a law. The fear that consumes me is that my children might have to live in the same world I do. The white eyes stare, but racism knows no color.