In the world there are faces that are different from mine, views, practices, churches, and food different from the ones I'm used to. My ignorance allows me to look at them differently, but I'm quickly reminded not to judge by the cover of something. My experience with this multi-cultured society granted me access into excepting people who do not favor me. Despite judging them before, the diversity amuses and excites me and when others judge I put myself inside their shoes and I get defensive. Sometimes, I forget I'm not them. There were abandoned houses because that's what Detroit is about and the structures were fairly similar on every block. A little further down there was a woman at the bus stop, dressed in a burka. I remember
