Blind

Tell me humans are kind creatures and that the world is a beautiful place. I lost my rose-colored glasses and can't seem to see love floating in the air. I weep for what I see; for what the world has become and what has become of us. 

Stereotyping and racism are both despicable, yet almost everyone's susceptible to it. I frown upon both, yet I'm guilty of both. An unconscious act of differentiation embedded deep within me. Although I try to suppress, I still feel uncomfortable, or even afraid, around certain groups of people. Yet for what I love, I was willing to take a chance. I wanted to throw away all my prejudice, put differences aside, and try to connect with a different group of people based upon our commonality. I took the step, but was thrown back to square one. I'm so upset. I can't stand my ground and say no, because deep within me, I'm still dubious. I took a step, hoping to be proved otherwise. But I lost my chance. I want to tear down each and every label stuck on everyone's forehead and burn them into ashes. Why does color matter? Why should it matter? Life shouldn't revolve around hatred or fear, but love.