My shock of America

Dear diary,

Today was my first day back in America. I have been living in Africa doing religious work with my family. The church said we were the best people for the job because we have African blood in us and look like them. I haven't been in the US for 10 whole years! I was so excited to go back to my normal life again.
When we first landed in Georgia, Daddy wanted to treat us to a burger (we hadn't gotten one since we left). We walk into Burger Bonanza and the waitress says, "you can't come in here, white only." What? we just want a burger. We go to the next burger joint. same thing. only whites. Do they even feed black people anymore? we decide that its too much hassle so we will just go home. The conductor says there is no more space on the train. we see the entire first compartment wide open. Why can't we sit there? only white people can sit there. The colored box is full. How is this fair at all? We pay just as much as they pay. So we end up having to walk 5 miles back home. by the time we get back it is 11 pm and i have school the next day, so I'm going to be exausted. Maybe tomorrow will be better i thought. it wasn't. I forgot my textbook at home. So i asked if I could borrow Sarah's book (white). She was so taken back by the question that I was sent to the principals office for disrupting the piece. Come to find out we can't share textbooks anymore. MY TEXTBOOK AND HERS ARE THE SAME THING! Do they think we have some contagious disease on us? We are just like them but with a different skin color.
I want to go back and live in Africa again. Even though I though I would never say that, I don't know how I could be treated like this for more than a day. It makes my tummy hurt to think that the White people think we are monsters. Different than them.