They said you'd never make
it unless you followed in the
footsteps of your family, because
that was safe; that was
secure. They always assumed
because of this or that; believed
not just in stereotypes, but
in the principle of enforcing
them. They waited for a
chance to say, “Ha! I just knew they
would end up that way”


But they pretended what they
did was more than simply just an
excuse to hate on others for
something you couldn’t control. Sure,
it wasn't all hate. Some of them
didn't even realise the repercussions
their actions would take, but
it didn’t matter. The words
still stung, and their voice still
echoed in your head. You were left
thinking, “What did I do to
deserve this?” They never
stopped saying and
assuming and believing, and
I don't think they ever will.