It’s the 1960s. You, a privileged light colored girl. You were popular. You wore Polka dotted dresses, you boyfriend.. Well now ex.. Was a Jock.

You had it all. At this time period Segregation was a major problem. When you came home from school the news would always be about equality and what not..

Who were you to care? You were a teenage girl living her life. Mama and Papa didn’t like colored people. They forbid it. Your friends would make fun of people that were darker skinned. You would join in.. But it felt wrong.

One day, You were picking some flowers on a Sunday morning after church. It was by a ‘Black’ church. As you picked them you caught the eyes of, Titus James. A young black man. He saw you picking the flowers sweetly.

He knew it was forbidden to talk to you, and if he even tried you’d probably scream at him. But you seemed different.. He had also just gotten out of church.. He tidied up his hat and made his way to you with his sweet smile.

It’s not everyday.. Or ever, you see a Black Person talking to a white.. Not in these days.