Not Exactly True

That skin hate is dead.
There will never be color
blindness in a culture of

fear.

But when you live afraid
of your neighbor, the monster
you should most walk
in terror of

thrives.

It starts as a little thing,
small enough to burrow
into your pores, take up
excruciating residence

in

the dark recesses of your brain.
Its name is paranoia,
and it spreads like an oil
spill, there in

the shadows,

chokes your humanity.
Threatens your soul.

Auteur: Ellen Hopkins