"I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the
true meaning of its creed. We hold these truths to be self evident,
that all men are created equal."      -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.



It is a dark grey cloud that hovers over society.
The cloud becomes full and gently distributes its silver raindrops
among communities living in pretentious harmony.
This pestilent cloud will never disappear amidst the others.
Rain or shine, it will remain perpetual.
It will constantly interfere with disrupt with the lives of innocent
victims...of the cloud.
It is immortal.

It is an amorphous scar which will never heal.
You try to conceal it by wearing clothes which do not dare reveal.
You try not to look at it when washing it.
You find it grotesque.
It used to be a pale purple but now, from scratching and picking at,
it is also a frightening coffee brown.
It does not define you but it is a part of you.

She strolls through the parking lot and steps on a wad of bright pink
bubble gum.
She frowns and attempts to pry it off using a tissue.
The gum gets on her fingers as she silently curses its owner.
She continues to stroll noticing the gum thwarts her rhythmic
strolling pace.
It is sticky, unexpected, and irritating.
Eventually it will come off but after a while another wad of gum is
destined to stick to her shoe.

The man lays lethargically on the rock hard pallet.
His eyes are open but he cannot see.
He can do nothing but think of regrets.
The virus is apathetic and dutifully weakens his immune system day
after day.
Occasionally there is a hiatus in the ruthless T-cell destruction.
His family is temporarily relieved but the virus is still a part of
him.

The dark grey cloud, the hideous scar, the infuriating gum, and the
ruthless virus are all united.
They symbolize the epidemic which is nibbling away at society.
It harms, ostracizes, and divides.
Hey you! Get on this side of the line. And you! Get on the other.
You are different. I am different. He is different. She is different.
You have blond hair. I have black hair. He has slanted eyes She has
dark skin.
Who is better? Are we equal?

Racism, it is the thin line between unity and alienation.
The dark cloud may disappear but it wonąt be gone forever.
The scar may be concealed but it still exists.
The gum can be disposed of but someday it will attach itself to her
shoe again.
The deadly virus may stop attacking but only for a short while.
As long as humans are in existence, clouds will shed rain their rain
drops, scars will be concealed, gum will stick to shoes, and viruses
will perpetually attack.
As long as humans live, racism will live.
Eternal segregation is our destiny.