Racism in Fifty Words

Dreaming. Walking. Running.

Falling. Running. Dreaming.

Then, I feel the bump as racism steps into me, the blood dripping as racism clips my heel but never my wings.

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

*** Racism is still real. These are the silent words of those affected. Written in response to the “Fifty” Writing challenge.***

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