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How is it life can be such a drag?
As a child the world was my oyster
Damn it, I could be a space man if I wanted
Yep a space man
Because everything was possible
In my small, young eyes.
How is it that once you grow taller, bigger, larger
And experience vast amounts of life, travel far and wide
The less open minded you become?
I used to see myself as the little brown girl,
And my friend Sarah was the white girl, who had pretty pink rosy cheeks when she blushed,
My other friend Anya was cool because she used to wear a black mask to school
And looked like a superhero, batman's sidekick.
When did innocent notions become confused with discriminatory messages?
At what point does being called brown become a nigger?
How do I find out who's to blame for corrupting our thoughts?
Who do I accuse for changing my colour filled world into just black and white and oranges in between?
Do I blame society? Everyone one else seems to so why dont I?
After all its society that dictates what we should wear, how to behave and how to see things, right?
Maybe its television?
How many times have we seen images that have been true to life
that it does become real in some way or another?
Messages, lack of faces that look like our own,
'funny' phrases used to depict a persons colour, culture or sexuality...
Its just television - its not real,
After all we can switch off and erase, cant we?
Or could it be right down to our surroundings, who we grew up with, parenting?
When I was younger I looked up to my parents besides the fact that they were taller than me,
They were the ones I learnt from, studied their actions and took what I could from it.
How I could I possibly disagree if they made an off the cuff statement about a different race, culture, orientation?
They knew the world, so who was I to think differently?
There was no way their thoughts and feelings could be mistaken for something discriminatory because they were right, right?
Its funny how quickly we condemn racism
Yet deny the possibility that we all have had a degree of discimination inside us.
It might not be to a supremacist level or other far right views,
But being honest and asking ourselves,
has there ever been a time when we have thought or acted differently because of aesthetics?
Whether it be hate or pity filled or just demonstrating a bias towards a certain type person?
It may be uncomfortable to think that way because we all want to be seen as open minded,
But until we drop the hypocrisy mask and confront our predijuces,
no matter how small they may be within us,
we can only wish away or hope that racism becomes a thing of the past.
How can we make something in society, the media, in everyday life disappear,
When the problem exists in each one of us?
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