New Year Truths: My Racism, My Selves, My Journeys

This is the first day of the new year and I find myself, trying to convince myself, not to be a racist.
That was the last day of the last year and I bind my selves, dying to reminisce about times, craziest.
Tomorrow is the first and the last of the years of my journeys, sighing tired, I exist, energy laziest.