Broken Bonds

To: Insider Looking Out

We had seen passed the differences that made us who we are. You expressed to me, through action that I had, like you, 10 fingers, and 10 toes--that we were the same. You however changed things drastically. In an instant I was on the other side of that basketball court looking in. The gate beyond us was now between us. You made a generalization , of which I truly hate, and it was towards me. Your friend. I would sit and think about how it was that all of these years you and I could have been so close and you say that.

You think that because I am an African American that I would have the skills of a pro-basketball player. I have heard of white individuals saying that all black people are good is sports. That people within the race amount to nothing academically. You. You have become one of them. One of those people. Those people who insist on making generalizations about who I am. And the thing that hurts the most is that you know me. You know me. Yet you decide to place me within a category of which I do belong in. I do not belong in that category. I make up who I am. I, not society. You know of my passions, my likes, my dislikes, my fears. You have generated m,y worst fears. My worst feelings have been unreal ed because of your bluntness. That false idea developed and within you for how long I do not know. Now through words you have shown me. Shown me who and what you really believe in. I am very disappointed in you.