I know you like the back of my hand, right?

As I look around this wasteland of the melting pot it is not faces I see.. not people.. but ideas.. on who you are.. what you're like.. what you do.. it is not your mind that intrests me but how you look, what your wearing.. are you punk goth emo prep freak gangsta surfer skater gamer hippie bohemian. What you have to say means nothing to me.. it is the color of your skin that I am focusing on cause if you are black I know you talk with an accent and if your mexican I know your a drain on the society  and if your indian I know you're a terrorist and if you're white i know your ignorant and racist. I can tell even more about you if i were to know your religion. I know that if you're baptist, you are a fool for god, but you don't really follow his rules, and if your a catholic your a sinner, and if your a pagan.. you worship the devil. It doesn't matter that your smart or a good person, because I already know everything about by the way you dress or the look on your face, the cross around your neck or the pigment in your skin. It does not matter if your intellect matches mine or if a conversation between you and I would be most fullfilling.. It is no intrest to me that if I sat down and talked.. really talked to you.. I would find that you and I only differ in apperance. No.. all I care about is if your hair is the way I would do mine if I were you.. or if your clothes are to my aporval... because god forbid if they were not I would shun you and not even give you a second glance. What you look like is all I care about. What's on the outside is all that matters. Our not so sheltered little world is a melting pot yes. But its like mixing oil, water, and salt.. the oil hovers above the water sits in the middle and the salt sinks to the bottom. And even though we are stuck in this giant pot togather.. we separate because of a judgement we believe is true.