Racism in Fifty Words

Dreaming. Walking. Running.

Falling. Running. Dreaming.

Then, I feel the bump as race steps into me; the blood dripping as race clips my heel, but not my wings.

Back on track, l learned that I must run both looking to the left and the right… and always over my shoulder.

*** Race is still a factor in people’s interactions throughout the world. These are the silent words of those affected. Written in response to the “Fifty” Writing challenge.***

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