4Reflections
Young, innocent, and only six years old. Two children gazed in to the blue lake and saw their reflections. The child with dark skin saw himself with much lighter skin while the child with pale skin saw himself with very dark skin. They both laughed and joked about their reflections, not caring that they were different races from one another.
Elementary school and things soon changed. The Black child and White child still played tag, and often enough enjoyed each others company, but their mothers had brought them friends of similar ethnicity.
The Middle School came around, and they at times waved at each other when passing each other down the hall. The Black child stood with his "Gangsta" friends and the white child stood with his "Posse". They didn't much care for each other anymore. They were two different races, so they had nothing in common anymore.
Years again passed by, and both the Black boy and the White boy had lost their fathers through divorce. Different times, but the same troubles. Both now were in high school, never said a word to one another. Their vocabulary, their languages were so very different now. Two different versions of slang. They couldn't be alike, though both were now lost under a high from either marijuana and/or cocaine. Both smoked, both living in a different sort of ghetto. Neither noticed though. They were now two different races, and their childhood was long forgotten.
More years passed, and now they were adults, still living with their mothers, but now the Black man was in a well-known black gang, and the White man was in his own well-known gang. They were different, were they not? Their skin was different, but their problems the same. Their thoughts, their hearts, all the same but the color of their skin.
A year later, a gang fight broke out, and the leaders of the gangs talked for a moment, one white, one black, and both drew out their guns, and shot. Childhood friends once, both without a care, without any thought about differences. Just being children and friends. Both now are dead, the only difference between the two, the color of their skins.
A/N: This is something that happens everyday. Some we all see in some part of our lives, and something we can all relate to. The reflections in the water was a symbol to show, we are the same. It's not our skin that tell us who we are, or what we do. I've wanted to show and throw my opinion out there to let the world know how I feel. This is NOT a true story. This is something though, we know can happen and probably has happened. I hope you all enjoyed this. This, though very simply put and very simply vocabulary, used a lot of my emotion, and I'm actually tired after writing this.
Nightplay: Thanks for the reply! . Yea, Guam's not the same anymore. We're having a lot of troubles here with pregnancy, racism, the whole lot. It's amazing that our small island has changed so much, and so rapidly :(
Perpetual Questions: Thanks for the review :) LoL. You gave me a laugh for the day from your message. Thanks . Now that I've changed the line, now you know they were the same person. Thanks for letting me know I forgot that line! 3