Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

” I don’t see the color of you skin, I see you. I see Anita ” some of my white Progressive friends have said to me.

” I’m not a racist, I hate everybody. ” some of my Republican friends have said to me.

” I’m tired of standing here and helping you feel better about your narrow views that you keep in your narrow little boxes buried deep in  your narrow little brain ” I want to say to them. ” Who do I look like, your Mommy? Your dog? Some other creature that loves you unconditionally no matter what falls out of your mouth and lands at my feet like some giant gross booger?”

But their words slur together – like musical notes-  waiting for their standing ovation when they are finished.


Daily Prompt: Slur


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