Dear Racism,

Please tell me your secret. What's the potion that keep you so timeless. You're more than 700 years old, yet it's like you were born yesterday. You're fresh, so new, and ever evolving with generations.

You're very diverse, believe it or not.  No one is immune to your power you hide so seamlessly at dinner tables, in tv screens, clothing, and even between teeth. You live so dormant in disguise that only unfortunates can distinguish you.

Tell me your Victorian Secret. How many dreams have to be screamed. How many bodies need to bleed. How much love can be a vaccine. I'm all ears. Patient in fact. Do me a favor and spill it. And I'll find the antidote to end it.