I don't understand racial prejudice.

Particularly when it leads people of one "race" to treat

other people of that "race" with disrespect because

they don't happen to believe in trendy fashions or

bad "cultural" choices.


I don't like stereotypes.

I don't like people who make them seem true.

I don't like people who think they have to live up to them.


And I really don't like people who think that because

my parents chose to reproduce with the aid of someone

of the same color that I am a representative of

that particular shade of skin hue.


I may be caucasian, but my soul is green.

Kind of like billard felt, after having beer and cigarette

ash ground into it.

Kind of like unmown grass after a fall rain.

With a slight hint of purple down the edge.

That candy-maker's bright purple that you can almost taste

while looking at it.


You wouldn't understand.

It's a "me" thing.