reason for her smile

i just realized the mona lisa has no eyebrows.

mona_me

OoooOoooOooo


inkling


Mona Lisa tattoo? We do have a lot in common.


We don't?


Well how the fuck do you know?




..... get it?

fuck cravings

i want chocolate.

monet

my short story

The Plastic Surgeon

I wrote this a while ago, I tried to make it into a short screenplay...yeah, I'm still working on that.

where i must go to finish

variations on a passion

"devil: the personified spirit of evil. an evil spirit; a demon."

I've been called the devil or evil since I was little. I've never taken offense to it, in that people found me to be devilish. I've thought about it, about what makes a person evil and if I was. But I realized even though I have a tough skin; even though I can look at pictures of death & torture without turning my head and listen to a baby crying without flinching; I do not care as easily as others do; even though I am nowhere near the psychological idea of what a female is, I realized that I never gave in to my urges to stab somebody I hated in the neck, watching the blood flow as they slowly died; I never smothered a screaming, obnoxious child; I never swung a metal bat at the head of an annoying friend. Ofcourse I have evil in me, I have a lot of it; but essentially I am good because I never let the evil side take control. It is vain to think some people have no evil in them, it is ignorant.

Part of me wants to stay so others can live better, part of me wants to leave so i can live better, part of me is thinking i'm realizing that those who want me to stay, never thought about my interests...Thinking in abstract really puts things in perspective. I should come with a warning label, with an instruction booklet; before someone becomes my friend i say nothing and hand them the small booklet and watch as they read. I mean yeah....I feel bad, I have a conscious. But... I'm tired of living for others. If I leave and do what I really want to do, there's a big possibility I will never see my friends again or talk to them. There's a possibility I will one day throw my phone in the ocean, I only have 4 phone numbers memorized, 1 I don't know why I would call, the other being someone I don't know if I should be talking to, and the other 2 being my parents. But it would be a nice wake up call, not for me. You take somebody for granted so easy, I should know I've taken plenty for granted. I mean yeah, it's kinda fucked up, but I relish in the fact that someone realizes they've taken me for granted and doesn't have me anymore, boo hoo. I have been through immense pain, so I know I'll be fine, no matter how many tears I cry one day. It's not my fault. I know deep down I've already made my decision, and when it's time, it will play out. My instinct isn't to care; I have to concentrate to make me care about something or somebody's feelings.

"i'm not the devil. i'm the substitute."

Photos

which photographs do people like more? i guess i can take some of each category and see how people react.

Etsy Bitsy Spider

Calling somebody a poser is so middle school, if you're going to go around calling everybody a poser then you better not be older than 13.

I'm so tired of guys (and people in general!) acting like they're never wrong and they're the shit and they expect everyone to worship at their feet...well, sorry buddy....if you expect me to come to your becking call and text you and aim you every single day without YOU doing a damn thing....then you must have me mistaken for that OTHER BITCH.

I can like somebody so much...but if you keep stepping on my toes, then it don't matter anymore, you're out the picture like THAT *snap*.

I'm really considering making an etsy account, but it would be after I got my job. I'm still working on my graphic novel and I do plan on looking for a job soon, I've been unemployed for about 2 months, it's nice not having to wake up and go deal with bullshit, but it was nice having a paycheck lol. I would make jewelry probably and sell my photography, nicely framed, I can make clothes too so I would do that, I would sell all types of shit, cuz I can pick up a trade really fast and a lot of trades interest me =). My friend has one, he's always telling me to make one lol.

Ankh Tattoo

Quentin O'Marei McCollum - 6 months

Personal Playlist #1

My Personal Playlist #1

i need to remove some of these songs.

HATE

HATE....
HATE....
HATE....
Such a strong word, everyone says. So is LOVE and BEST FRIEND and FUCK. You can throw those words around... I'm not depressed. I'm not suicidal. I love life. The trees, the wind, the freedom, the free-thinking. I have severe paranoia. I have Schizoid Personality Disorder. I see life how it really is. I don't think in lines, I think in shapes. I'm not hard-headed. I'm determined. I never give up. I never forget. I coast til the waters are clear. One smile, one frown, one laugh, hides a hundred thoughts. You never know what I'm feeling. I am manipulative. I rationalize everything. I never run away from my problems. I tend to run right into them. If you ask if something is wrong and I say nothing...leave it alone. Something is obviously wrong, but I am not the kind of person who says leave me alone but means, ask me the same question over again.Don't PUSH me to do ANYTHING...my homework..chores...giving somebody crying, a hug. Just because I don't do something right then, doesnt mean I will never do it. And if I never do something...then thats not me. Pushing me will only push me AWAY...there's no such thing as pushing me closer to you.If I say OK...leave it alone. Ranting on just shows your character, the type of person YOU are, not your point.I hate..when people state the obvious. If you come up to me and exclaim I have brown hair or hazel eyes or a purple shirt on...don't expect anything from me but a stupid stare...what do you want me to say...yeah! you're right! Well no shit. I don't expect you to understand me or feel the same. I never expect anything of anyone. I am constantly indifferent. I've talked about things relating to MY life and MY personality...I never made it explicit. Am I saying I'm the only person in the whole world like this? No. Am I saying you can't feel how I feel? No. But are you me...have you walked my path...are you in my head...no, you're not. You do not have my DNA. You do not have my fingerprints. I say and do and write whatever I want because I want to...for me. I'm not trying to create pity or express my "creative side" or make you understand me. If I lived in a Black pit with nothing but air, I would still do the same shit, wear the same shit, say the same shit, write the same shit...even if no one is there. The environment will always change, but I won't. I tend to lose everything...but that's natural. Even if I lose things and people and memories and links to the past, where I was truly happy and nothing could touch me, right after one another, in patches of time. I used to think everything I touched turned to shit. I used to think I existed ONLY for others....because I wasn't doing anything for me and neither was anyone else. People would take and take and take and I would continue to regenerate, until that person left my life...but I would always have certain things that were links to when I loved everything. I am distant. I am in my own world a lot of the time. But I never forget you're there...or reality...or problems....or responsibilities. I am not bitter. I am not mean or evil. You're probably going to read this and say eh....and not take me too seriously...something just stepped on my nerve and I will get over this phase...I used to have this drive to prove EVERYONE wrong...and to show them who I am. But that drive has stopped. I no longer care, because it's pointless. Before I even open my mouth or post a blog...your judgements are already there...your own personalized view of the world and people and other views...your judgements are imprinted in your mind, even if you TRY not to....you feel it at the back of your skull. At the pit of your stomach...all the way to the tips of your fingers. Hate...who determined the meaning of that word....who was the first person..to gasp in shock when the first person to use it in an angry way, threw it...in their face. Where do we come from..why is the sky blue...why is the Earth round...why are my eyes Hazel...don't ask me questions...or for advice if you don't want to hear my answer. I am harsh. I have been called harsh...by my boyfriend...my best friend...my parents....random people I don't even know...and I agree. You HAVE to be harsh...to not be hurt by harsh words. You have to grow up. You can't submerge yourself into something that's not there. I don't expect Liz to be there or do anything. I don't expect Amber to be there or read my thoughts. I don't expect Trevor to love me til the end of time. I don't expect my parents to be there for me or care. I don't expect my "family" to pick up the phone and call me. I'm not saying anything bad about them...I never said they never have or they won't... I have lost a certain hope...not in myself....but little things. I hate when people hug me...when I am mad or irritated or want to be left alone. I feel disgusted by the human touch when I don't want to be there.My dad said I've gotten colder. What did he expect. What does anyone expect of me. Have I gotten colder? Or have you just never really paid attention...to the little things. It's funny. It's just a predetermined judgement. I have always been cold to a certain degree. I HAVE gotten colder. I try to hold back my tears now. Is it me....is it my personality disorder...is it something else...is it temporary. Is it everything? One thing is made of multiple different things...a thought...a religion...a shirt...a personality...a person's appearance...
You think alone...you feel alone...at certain points you are alone. We all die alone. What is seen as, to a lot, the most horrible thing...death...so morbid...so painful. Death is natural. Death is beautiful...it makes room for life...in death is life...it takes away the pain of someone or something suffering. Death doesn't HAVE to be painful...you can die in your sleep. What scares people of death is...the loneliness. No one is there with you...walking towards the end of your life...they may be holding your hand or right beside you...but you're the only one dying. You are always "alone" in one sense of the word. No one else is you...Everyone has this invisible, thin, sticky sac clinging to every curve of their bodies, that is what makes you, you. You can be walking side by side with someone, but they're in their own thin..invisible..sticky...sac. It's not pessimism. It's not depression. It's not illogical.
I am alone. But I am not lonely.

love is just a chemical....
..but what is hate?

MidgetTown

So last night me and Amber were bored and usually we have guys we can call up and be like, hey wanna hang out? But not that night, so we sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes thinking of things to do when I started of thinking of places that we wanted to go. MidgetTown popped into my head and I blurted it out without thinking about it. No one knows if actual little people live in a gated community in Long Beach, but there are a few locations that people try to find. A couple years ago, me and my friends were driving around the Atlantic Ave area and got lost in a neighborhood, one of my friends shouted out omg we're in midgettown! And I was like, wtf is that. And so we looked around, but nobody was there and it was just a bunch of condos, so it wasn't.

One alleged location is by the Virginia Country Club "at the end of a long, dead end looking, street either called "Virginia" or "Country Club". If you continue down this street, you will reach a checkpoint with a wooden gate and a small button on the left hand side. All you have to is push the button and the gate will automatically open. If you drive inside, you will notice that the first house on your left is equipped with a giant front door and doorknobs that look no taller than three feet high. The rest of the houses appear normal. If you continue driving forward you will reach another gate which cannot be opened by non-residents, followed by a third gate which can only be seen in the distance. Also, on your way out, turn right on the first street you see and go about five or six blocks and you will see the house from the movie "Ferris Bueller's Day Off." A guy who actually drove inside there said the only thing to see is the house from the movie, no midgettown.

Another alleged location is La Linda Dr. by Bixby Rd and Weston, by Long Beach Blvd. It is a gated community and is hard to really see into. In the dark it's hard to tell how big or small anything is, except for the tiny gate to the left of the big gate that cars go through. People have tried to find this specific location but have never found La Linda Dr and claimed this location is a myth. La Linda Dr is an extremely tiny sign. Me and my friend actually found it on accident. While we saw no little people or extremely small anything except for that wooden gate, it was still exciting and freaky just because we were exploring an urban myth. A woman who lives on La Linda Dr. states that there are no little people living there and there never has. I'm not one of those people who think little people are freaks of nature, they're humans not some species from a different realm. It's not the fact that it's a midgettown, but it's exciting to try and find because there's such mystery surrounding it. If it was a well-known little people community and you see them walking around there all day...it wouldnt be that interesting.

So there are little people living in Long Beach, I see them. But no MidgetTown in the Long Beach area. There are claims of MidgetTowns in California. The most popular one around the Long Beach area though is the location in Bell Gardens by Downey, CA where people have said they did go there and 9 out 10 times chased out by an angry little person. One location was not given but the person said that there is a guard who tells you to leave in respect of MidgetTown, so no looky-looky there. But now I'm determined to seek out urban myths. Another is claimed to be in downtown Anaheim, CA off of Caille de Estrella. Some say that street doesn't exist because it can't be found. La Linda Dr was hard as fuck to find, so that's probably why. I have to go there now. There are a few more locations in Texas and California that I'm intrigued to explore now, I'm all set with directions and pictures =) There is one claimed to be in New York, but I don't feel like looking for an alleged MidgetTown in busyass New York, even though I am taking a road trip there soon.

There is a BIG fuss about a MidgetTown in San Diego, but it was looked into and was speculated that people were probably talking about these 4 little houses that were built a while ago, but now only one is still standing and abandoned. But when you look inside there is a small fireplace and cobble-stoned floors. I have an estimated set of directions, so I'm going there, I just wanna see that house. It's more of the houses that interest me, than the people. There's also on claimed to be in Greenville, TX. N of Lee St. and W of Walnut, the road goes up a short, steep hill and you end up on a dirt road and you'll see 3 houses to the right and like the usual "Midget House" the house is big but all the features are small. First I have to see this gated community with an angry guard who tells you to leave if you don't live there, in Downey, CA (actually in Bell Gardens). You take Chalet Dr. off of Gage Ave, go S on Chalet then make a left on a street that starts with a T and go right onto Foster Bridge.

The most popular spot claimed to be MidgetTown, built by the little people from the Wizard of Oz (that's the story) is the one in San Diego, but the second most popular one is all the way in Haunchyville, in Muskega, WI on Mystic Drive. It's said that it indeed does look like a MidgetTown with small doorknobs and small cars and small trashcans, and opposed to the legends of California where the little people are said to throw bricks at "Bigs" who trespass, these in Haunchyville are well equipped with torches and pitchforks.

mental yeast infection...it irritates

i hate hypocrites. it's extremely irritating when you look down on somebody who does basically the same things you do...it's like, then what are you? nobody likes to think of themselves as sluts or "faggots" or racists, but that's where compassion and understanding comes in....to replace the misunderstanding and self-denial. but nobody understands that.....is it an environmental thing? you're not born a hypocrite, unless there's a chemical imbalance i havent heard of. it's pathetic how people are. just plain pitiful. how are you going to get mad when i talk about guys when you talk about girls or your girlfriend....do not degrade women and say they have no respect for themselves when you don't know anything about it and when you do basically the same shit. don't say you're for gay rights and all that when you call gays, faggots and lesbians, dykes...
you are what you are, just own up to it. if everyone was the same, the world would be one big orgy. opinions and thoughts are our own we were born with a right to think, but not a right to act. Acting on something is a priviledge, raped that word, don't abuse it. Speaking is a part of acting, certain words will put certain actions in motion. HOW HARD IS IT.....fuck. A lot of people are talking about how now is a time in history, concerning the bible.....if they're right, then good. with all this shit the world needs to start from a clean slate.

Club Allstar :: Stanton (Garden Grove), CA

I still can't kind of hear, I swear that music did serious damage. Great, never going there again. I went to Club Allstars in Stanton, CA last night. When we first got there, there was a small line in front and so far I was the only one dressed up for clubbing. I was dressed up Hollywood style. I could feel the girls in the line looking me up and down, like bitch. And I was with Amber and Claudia, who I've known since pre-school. Amber felt it too, she was like yeah I can feel them hating on us. After a while three girls came into the line and they were dressed like me, so I wasn't SO out of place....besides us three being the ONLY...as in ONLY white/light-skinned people there. Amber regretted not bringing more girls, "girls start fights in these types of clubs" I was like oh well for the bitch that wants to fight me then, my two 4-inch heels and Amber's two 4-inch heels make up for more girls. Watch me turn into Jackie Chan real quick. I was wearing a white dress and inside the club they had a special light to highlight anything white, I was like this is turning into a nightmare. And when we first got inside no one was dancing, they were all sitting down. I felt like I was in the 6th grade again. Amber and Claudia just started dancing by the bar, I just stood there bummed out of my mind. I did not pay $10 to dance by my lonesome by a bar. The guys we were next to stared at us like fresh meat. One of the guys was video-recording the club and the other one got backed up against the bar counter by Miss Amber herself lol. He kept on taking my hand or poking me because I wasn't really dancing. I appreciated the "love" but do not fucking poke me if you don't want to get slapped. Eventually I was like, fuck it and I started half-ass dancing because I still wasn't feeling it. This one guy came up to me to start dancing, I was like ugh no thank you, but he was persistent and just could not take a hint so he took my hips and pressed me to him. It's like getting stuck in tar, you might as well wait there for someone else to come by. I stopped dancing for a couple seconds twice....he still couldn't take the hint, I was like damn. He eventually left, like wham bam thank you mam. Amber backed me against the bar, like a girl stuck in prison with no men in sight lol. I couldn't really have fun with it because these moves she did moved my damn dress up, so I was tugging my dress down or holding onto the bottom about 90% of the time. It was still funny though. I took my shoes off along with Amber because I couldn't dance, my legs kept on shaking. I still didn't really let loose but I was having more fun. It went like that for about an hour and a half. When I realized what time it was and we didn't have that much time left because I had to take Amber and Claudia back home and get my own ass home by 1:30 and I wanted to stop and get something to drink, I just let loose. "Finally!" Is what Claudia and Amber said after. "It only took you....two hours." Thank you Claudia lol. I started dancing with this one guy, I was having fun with him so I was afraid to turn around and see what he looked like. We danced for a while, then he left and stood next to me, talking to his friend. The guy who danced with Amber earlier came up to me and took my hips. heyyyyy lol jk. That was the most fun I had that night. I shaked, I grinded (is that a word? i doubt it), I bumped, I bent over, I slid, he held my hands up and held onto my thighs. He said something but I didnt catch it, by then I was partially deaf. All I heard was, "damn girl". Damn right lol. So I checked my phone for the time and I told Claudia and Amber it was time to go. So we left. None of us could hear a damn thing, we were screaming at each other but we couldn't tell. Maybe that's why people are so loud coming out of clubs lol. We went back to Long Beach and bought cokes from Jack N the Box, then I took them home. Even though it started shitty, it ended okay =)

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wth

umm yea..how do ppl get your sn? lol

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countercradle (1:57:03 AM): what if my pussy just started talking to me one day

countercradle (1:57:13 AM): lol"

Liz" (1:57:39 AM): "jessica...try some other flava beside choc-o-lit"

countercradle (1:57:44 AM): lol

countercradle (1:58:00 AM): it'll be like, heeelp heeelp im being choked by a gigantic black penis"

Liz" (1:58:05 AM): and your pussy has to be a black man

countercradle (1:58:08 AM): lol

countercradle (1:58:14 AM): well then it'd be gay

countercradle (1:58:22 AM): whats the use of a gay vagina lol"

Liz" (1:59:26 AM): true"

Liz" (1:59:30 AM): that would blow

countercradle (1:59:39 AM): ya

strippers, pornstars, & prostitutes

When you think of a prostitute, you think of PCH and a woman with 9-inch heels, ripped stockings, no underwear, walking around with a miniskirt and a tube top on. When you think of a pornstar you think of a prostitue, when you think of a stripper, it reminds you of either a well paid prostitue or an underpaid pornstar. Well, all those conclusions are wrong. Prostitutes, strippers, and sometimes pornstars are the most misunderstood class of society (yes there is still a caste system).

Prostitutes, especially, are spit on by everyone, when they have to put up with more crap than a lot more other occupations. They're screwed by the legal system; they're screwed by the community, the media, and by people they thought they could trust. They can so easily be raped because "they're whores anyway".

You say, well that's what McDonalds is for, well sorry to throw water on your fire, but minimum wage cannot take care of a two or three people family, it cannot take care of even one person and yes even fast food restaurants turn away people and they aren't always hiring 24/7. We live in a corrupted world, some of us have to do the dirty work.

What's wrong with prostitution? Is it because it's sex, when we live in a highly sexual society in the first place, some people are just anti-sex, but aside from them sex isnt looked down on as much in general. Is it because they're having sex without being in a relationship? Is it because you're being a jealous cunt, not giving your husband enough and he went and found it somewhere else? Is it because not all practice safe sex and are spreading diseases? Try to answer what's wrong with prostitution without bringing up your own moral code and health issues.

Getting rid of people having sex for money, will NEVER happen, this is not Big Brother, every citizen of the US of A is not going to be monitered by the government 24/7, more important things are happening than who's giving whom a blowjob. Sex is sex, it's everywhere, everyday, every hour. Looking down on sex without being in a relationship or marriage, is just inserting your own morals, you might as well stomp on gay marriage and bitchslap a few immigrants, if you dont already. If prostitution were to be made legal, are you afraid your daughter or friend is going to go out and suddenly put a sign around her neck saying, "Will suck dick for money"? That being a prostitute will become "all the rage"? I highly doubt that will happen, if you're not one now, you probably won't become one any time soon, if ever. Pimps would hate it being legal, because then they would be taxed. If it were to be legal, health issues would be resolved better and easier and no one would have to go to jail, become someone's bitch and get addicted to meth.
But one thing that people just DO NOT understand is why they do what they do. Even some strippers have the same reasons. Pornstars have it better, they get fame, fortune, and condoms (not saying they have it perfect or any less misunderstood or looked down on). You think, oh it's just some whore. It's not a group of women who go out and have fuckfests because, "oh its fun and i love sex" the majority of those who have this profession (and yes, just because it's illegal, doesnt mean its not a job) do it to take care of themselves and their family. Who's more important, you or your child? Those who woud rather have their child starve and get infested with lice and other diseases and never go to school just because you think "strippers have no dignity" are selfish, that's what that is. That's not being moral.

I never try to change someone's view. I put up some facts and my own opinion and leave the rest alone. You can think I'm stupid, you can say "oh you just think like that because you're a whore too". I'm not a prostitute but I'm not a virgin either and no I'm not married *gasp* but I have had an ex friend call me immoral, a friend that laughed when I said I still have my dignity, and parents that have pushed me aside and refuse to talk about me because "they're ashamed". Insulting someone else wont make you smarter, gain you any respect, and it wont make your little dick grow bigger, so I don't give a damn about what you think. And the prostitutes, pornstars, and strippers that can hold their head high are the most strong people in this society because of all the shit they get.

I'm just simply saying, wipe your ass before you pull your pants up.

men & dogs

you know the saying, men are dogs? well there are similarities, the message is different but some truth value is there. if i just described something that farts a lot, eats a whole bunch of anything, marks territory, pees on everything, will hump anything with a hole, sniffs everything, doesnt mind rolling around in the mud, and loves to play with balls....would I be talking about a guy I know at school or my dog, Spike? if you're a guy and you're reading this, i'm not trying to say anything i just think the similarites are hilarious...ironic? the saying, men are dogs is meant as men are all bastards...that's not what i'm saying...so stop crying.

you can say women are cats, high-maintance, loves to cuddle, has mood swings and fits, hisses, obssessed with their hair, has a not-to-be-bothered attitude...but until guys start walking around pulling out their hair and complaining that "all women are cats" it's not that funny.

Acting Black.....please be offended

Yo wassup foo I'd like to shout out to all my niggas and hood bitches holla at me cuz i'm bout to pass out this bitch somebody swing by my crib and show off the drank and cush ya feel me nigga
now don't nobody wanna get they asses cut like a mothafucka cuz they bein rude mothafuckas and not sharin and shit

Ok where is Lil Jon's shadow cuz all I see is a white girl wearing Baby Phat and gold hoop earrings...
People can talk and act however they want, I don't really give a damn, but a lot of people have a problem with people "acting black", whatever that is. According to my friends, acting black is:
- stealing
- selling crack
- not using big words
- is all about sex and money
- talking in slang
- being in a gang or knowing somebody in one
- living in the ghetto
- smoking
- drinking
- knowing every single rapper
Some people consider me Black, others consider me mixed, and some call me White, knowing that my dad's Black. I'm in college, I didnt know the difference between a blunt and a joint until last month, I just lost my virginity last year to ONE guy that I'm STILL with, I stole once when I was still a single-digit, I hate the taste of alcohol except if it's mixed with A LOT of juice, I don't know every single Black perfomer on the face of the planet and I certainly don't belt out the lyrics standing on the street corner swinging from side to side with a baseball cap on sideways, I dont wear weaves, I dont even the right hair for that. I love photography, I love the ocean, my skin is light, I use big words AND know what they mean, I talk in slang but not for every single word. Oh well I guess I'm white. There's no such as acting Black, there's only being black...as in you have Black ancestry and/or Black parent(s). Oh dear, oh my I used correct puncuation.
I know of white girls who refer to the word white person like it doesnt include them, possible mental defect? To me, talking in slang is different from referring to their "hoodrat bitches and niggas"...get hate mail much? People talk however they please, if it's to make themself appear as something that they're not, then that's their problem, not mine. It's when a White person will say that they're blacker than me or blacker than a Black person, that I will be offended, because you just insulted me pointblank and "that wont fly".
It's like, yeah you know all about the hood life when you've lived in the Beverly Hills of Long Beach all your life....right, please finish school because you are obviously in dire need of an education.
You can't act Black, sorry deal with the ethnicity you were given. There's no such thing as a born-again Black person, an ethnicity is not what you listen to or how you act or what you look like, it's your blood, it's your heritage. Ghetto = Black to some people, it's like no...Black = Black, you're either it or you're not.
Some say being Black is having a certain culture, that being black is having a certain attitude...no, that's just having a certain attitude...but then again there's the education that "niggas lack".
It's like, you say that being Black is one thing but then are deeply offended when people are suspicious that a Black person walking into their store are gonna steal something...well...if a person, white, black, purple, yellow, walked in my store talking about how all they do is steal I'd be watching their asses too. You can't define Black and be offended at the same time...you're just stabbing yourself in the foot. I can't feel bad for somebody who has an encounter with a racist, when they put themselves and everyone else in that same box.

I can't read.
Why not?
Cuz I'm Black.