The world turns to gray as dearest memories never fade away.

If it is anything that describes my life, it is comparable to being a Goldfish. A Goldfish stuck inside a plastic bag. I can be floating at ease until someone traumatically shakes it, the water will begin to even out until everything starts shaking again. I lose my balance, I lay at the bottom yet I still have the courage to get back up again because I still have the capacity to try.

In my eyes you had potential, but to you I was nothing more than a phone number and an option to bypass. Like a little bird, I let you go but you never came back.

Each time you glance at me,
your eyes flicker perfectly, but
I often wonder what you see.

" You will not experience any problems because you are white"

So someone who is dying of a terminal illness isn't feeling any pain? A person does not suffer as they slowly go insane? A man lost all his money in a divorce, but your experience with racism is much worse? A woman who has lost everything searches for food in a garbage bin. Is your oppression affecting you then? A man in prison hangs himself in his cell. While you sit around on your Iphone at the hair salon, tweeting about how Caucasians make your life hell. Skin color does not determine your wealth, financial instability nor mental health. Unfortunate life circumstances are not about race. The only problem here is you, pushing the blame on others for the decisions you face.

Memories are like a butterfly, a feeling of joy until released, flying distantly​ into the sky.