I will never get over the many stares I get. It bothers me every time to see the young, white faces stare at my dark colored one. It’s not as though I am malformed or disfigured; Although, some people think I am.

The older men and woman keep their children away from me and clinch their pocket books when I walk by. They look at me as though I am a criminal that has been set free to criminalize again.

But what have I done? Why do they give me such stares?

Is it only because I am black? A young, black female that attends the same school their children attend, walks the same streets their children walk, and have the ability to turn their children into full-blown criminals if my skin comes in contact with theirs?

So, I am a criminal. The many times I attempt to shake hands with strangers I am only trying to destroy their lives. Only trying to turn them into the useless, worthless being that I am. Such evilness, being me.

Well, crimes as those should be punishable by means of stares, racial slurs, rudeness, and an ever present reminder to stick with my own kind.