Sometimes it saddens me, the hate and the distrusts that continues to separate us.  It is sometimes difficult to read some of the things that are said and to listen to what people say.

Things are said without realizing what is being said.  Do they understand what they are really talking about?  I guess not, otherwise it would not be said in the manner it is, and there would be a better coming together of the minds, not just a load of disparage thoughts. 

Our world could be so much better so much more amazing if there were not so much hate and jealousy for each other.

What does it matter if one's skin is darker than the other?  Are we not all human, and important?

What do you tell the child that constantly sees and hears the negative things that are said about his kind?  Is it now wonder that he prefers to have light hair and blue eyes? Is it no wonder that each and every child chooses the lighter-skinned, fair-haired doll as the perfect thing to be?

What chance do they have, will they have in this society?  We all like to think that we are not haters, that we don't judge, but we do, sometimes without realizing it because it is such a part of our personalities.

When the people of this country can look at each other without seeing the colour of each others skin, without thought for what we are, but rather who we are, that is only when our country can be the great nation it is supposed to be. 

We are a nation that is so wrapped up in race we cannot get the stench out of our clothing.  We might be walking around and living our lives, but we are still slaves and we are at the mercy of our hate.