Skin

We grew up in the same town. We went to the same school. We had different friends.

We applied for the same job with the same qualifications. I was chosen but you were not.

We go for a walk on the street. People smile and say hello to me. People cower and run from you.

We go to the mall to shop for those cute shoes we saw online. I browse freely as the clerk watches you like a hawk.

Oh no, a speeding ticket! I quickly reach into my glove box for registration as you slowly raise your hands and ask for permission to retrieve yours.

At the club I produce my id and go inside. You produce your id and are frisked for drugs or weapons.

We go for a run at the park. Onlookers cheer for me but call the police on you.

Look, it’s a protest! I speak my peace as you are silenced and struck with the baton.

I teach my kids algebra. You teach your kids not to resist.

I leave the house and wonder what I am going to have for supper. You leave the house and wonder if you will make it home.

I am white. You are black.

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