Innocent Caucasian Girl Stands Before Hanged Man

The distant staring eyes a few feet away from me only drives my paranoia to a climax. Distant laughter from bystanders causes my ears to search for any sound coming from their lips. What are they saying about me? Then I think to myself, could this fear turn into anger, all caused by the hateful acts of racism? I walk to another side of the library before I hear the words, hip-hop and gangster. Keep in mind, I don’t wear my pants hanging off of my ass, no du-rags (besides the one you see in that picture, which was not mines. The hat was not mine either), piercing or tattoos.
I know writingup.com is sick and tired of hearing stories revolved around tragedy. Believe it or not, folks, that is what this world was, is and will be. Pain is a part of life. I’m extremely thankful that we have outlets here in America that give us freedom of speech, though I believe that freedom will be gone in the near future.
I am one of those writers who sits in front of his computer, a glass of Root Beer by my side. I imitate a “writer
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