As a kid I would paint at school. First we were taught the three primary colors. Red, blue and yellow. Then we learned about the color white. When any color was blended with white it would become lighter. My point? My skin was never the same color as the white paint yet I was labeled the name of the paint. I never understood that. How was I associated with this paint, why did it matter? I did not look like the paint. Nothing about me was similar to the pigment of the paint.

Since birth we have been labeled. Before we could even speak we were defined by the pigment of our skin. No one gets to pick what "color" they are, our precious bodies have been judged for us. Color has created stereotypes for every single ethnicity. Below the waves of chaos that come with white privilege and "black lives matter" is a sea of what actually matters: human lives.

The humans of the earth all speak with a different voice and see a different world. We forget that. Injustice and judgement has led some of us to become ignorant to others because of the color of our skin. We also forget that we do not get to pick our label. If more of us would look past defining someone by the color of their skin, a lot more of us would get along. We could defeat social injustice. If we continue to harass someone for the color that "matches" them in the crayon box our world will fall apart.

Let me explain something.

There is no white. Maybe according to the dictionary, which says caucasians are "white-skinned of European origin." Maybe according to science, which says the color white is a blending all wavelengths of visible light. However, I can not be explained by the dictionary or by science. Do either of those match the color of my skin? If there was never a label to the way my skin looked there would never be a "white privilege." The definition of white does not contain the word "privilege." However, my skin tone has become synonymous with privilege.

The definition of an African American is "a black American." Black people have become a subcategory of American people. White people have been labeling this ethnicity black or below whites for the longest time. To be black is to be violent and aggressive. To be black you must rob, be apart of a gang and not be friends with the white kids. If you are black you are scared to be the next one shot. You feel that "black lives matter" and you are right. But you are not alone. You see although we all have a label on our skin a lot of us other colors stand by you. The time to judge an African American because of his or her skin color is behind us. Could you imagine a world where our skin did not define us?

If you want to define people by their skin color, fine. If you want to continue to judge another because of the way they were born, fine. If you are white and decide to be disgusted and prejudiced toward black people know this: the Ying Yang symbol of Chinese philosophy is a balanced mixture of black and white. The two colors represented how opposites can become compliments. The Ying Yang symbol shows that by coexisting peacefully we can achieve harmony.

I leave you with this:

Start seeing people based on their actions and words rather than by something as shallow as their appearance, and together we can create change and find peace.