I walk in, they hate me

Sidney Lozano,
USA.

When I walk into a room, any room I can feel every emotion arising from every single being. Everyone already hates me not because of the color of my skin but because they can not tell which “race” or “race(s)” that I belong to. Amongst this hatred is a hatred they feel from themselves because even they know that they’re already judging me without even saying as much as Hello to me.


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