The Brave Shall Overcome

Who are the brave? These words from a song mean so much more than they seem. But, who are the brave? To me the brave are people of all colors. White. Black. Red. Yellow. These are the brave. People who fight for what they believe in. Whether it be for freedom or defending our country. A movement came about. A civil movement. African American boys girls, men, women. Children and adults alike. The only difference, the color of their skin. In God's eyes, we're the same. There are no differences. We're all his children. Each dawn, each passing day, people fought. The people white's considered animals acting more civil than we. "I have a dream.." one man said. One man who didn't believe that violence is the answer. One woman who refused to move out of a seat on a bus for a white man. Many men and women who peacefully fought for their rights who go uncredited. There is a soft thumping in the streets. Footsteps. The sound of thousands of people marching. What were they marching for? Freedom. Civil rights. To be treated the way that all humans deserve to be treated regardless of the color of their skin. The sound of a soulful choir rang in the distance. Marching and singing? Protesting joyously? As they come closer, I get up from my bed and stand by the window. I hear the soft voices from each person, "We shall overcome," they say. "We shall overcome."