Personal Narrative: I Am White
To me white can be used for many things. Like when I turned white with rage when I saw my little brother being bullied. I clenched my fist so hard i could feel my finger nails digging into my skin. My knuckles were pure white i was so ticked off.I was so furious I wanted to bust the little boys head to the white meat. I was going to do something but I was confused on what to do. I could feel my face burning like white hot lava. I couldn’t control all the emotions I was feeling. So for now i decided to stare at the kid with a stoned face with a cold look. Until his face was blank like a white piece of paper. As if the kid had know idea what he had done i chuckled at the thought. But I was determined to say something. As i was marching