I know this isn't the kind of articles you're used to. But, this has been brought to my attention and I think I should finally put my two cents in.

I am far from the kind of person that puts my opinions on politics, race, or anything largely provocative on social media. Mostly because I only like to speak on topics that I am largely knowledgeable on.

I have never really had an outward opinion on what it feels like to be a brown girl in America, especially Trump's America. Mostly because where I am from not many people consider me a person of color. However, I think I have a few things to say on this and experiences to share. So, buckle up kids.

America has never been a safe place for people of color. That much is common knowledge. Sure, times have changed and certain things have become a little easier, and being brown isn't necessarily a cardinal sin. However, for as long as I can remember, there have rarely been times where I have felt totally safe as a woman of color in America.

For as long as I could remember my dad has been pulled over and asked if he's been to a convenience store that's been robbed solely because he fits the description of tall and black. I've been stopped on the street walking with my white friends and they've been asked if I'm bothering them because I am the only person of color there.

Lately, the most recent events of police brutality in Lancaster really resonated with me and my experiences, and it has really hit me hard as to how unsafe America is for me and other people of color.

For those who don't know, Sean Williams, of Lancaster, Pennsylvania was seated on a curb attempting to follow the confusing instruction of a police officer, when he was tased in the back. He was not doing anything to receive this action. He was back to the officer, arms, legs, hands, and feet in full view.

Pennsylvania, while not the most diverse place on earth, is rarely ever a site of police brutality. I have always thought that I lived in one of the safest possible places. But this event brought up some childhood memories that made me realize, I have never been truly safe.

When I was very young, my dad, much like this man, was stopped by police and asked questions. He was very compliant and responsive. Yet still, he was forced to the ground and handcuffed. He was put into the back of a police cruiser and taken away.

I have been stopped, harassed, questioned, and sometimes roughly handled by police officers in my town purely for being colored and being out at night. My sister and I are afraid to go into certain parts of the area without our white mom because we have been followed, harassed, and asked to empty our pockets in public.

My grandmother gave me "the talk" when I was quite young. No, not the sex talk. The talk about what it meant to be brown in America. Most often, minority children get this from their parents, to prepare them for the fact that life isn't fair. Especially for them.

But that it is important to remember that as long as you do your best to be yourself and prove them wrong, you'll be fine. But to be honest, you always have to look over your shoulder, say the right things, do the right things, in order to lay low enough to get by. But even in my case, it has never been quite enough, and it shouldn't have to be this way.

I will admit, I never thought about being colored and treated unfairly until I started having notable experiences with it. Until it happened to me. But now that I've seen it, been there, and continue to see so much worse, I am haunted.

Men and women die every day for being colored, for being an immigrant, for being a brown person trying to make an honest living in a country that is supposed to be the land of the free.

This is just my experience, my opinion. Think of all of the other people of color in this country that have been through so much worse and go through it every day. It should make you sick, but why doesn't it?