Life is hard, especially if you are a colored person in America. White privilege is real, police brutality is real, especially if you are a person of color.
The time stopped.
Everyone was moving in slow motion. At least to Sasha and Mateo.
“The one in a black hoodie,” the first police officer pointed towards Mateo.
“Where were you tonight?” the second police officer asked Mateo
“I.. uh” Mateo stammered, as he realized that both police officers were slowly reaching for their g*n.
“He was with me the entire evening. He was with me in his house with his brother” Sasha answered slowly.
“Then why is his face beaten up,” the second police officer asked.
“Speak!” the first police officer yelled
“Do you have any weapons on you?”
“N..no” Mateo unable to form words.
In slow motio
