Hungry

I kept trying to wrap my mind around it Was there something I was missing How could evil and hated be so prevalent in a land that’s promised to be so full of hopes and dreams Sounds like a mighty contradiction to me Staring down those pointed noses Incredulous looks like we should be underneath their feet Decades upon decades of ignorance and let’s be honest, plain bullshit Passed down from one evil oppressor to the next Denied the rights to simple things based solely on the color of our skin But the way I see it, you can let it break you Heartlessly let it rip away your pride, your dignity, your right to be one of God’s Beautifully crafted human beings OR You can choose to fight What makes your lunch counter so special That I with my beautiful brown skin, full lips, and ethnic features cannot be served Food and insults alike hurled with a nasty vengeance I will not bow down for this type of racial inequality Today I choose to fight Not with violence as you’ve so ignorantly displayed But with wisdom, with courage, and with strength The blood, sweat, and tears of my ancestors is the necessary fuel needed To continue to sit bravely and boldly at these racially segregated lunch counters Not because we are hungry for food, but hungry for change, hungry for justice Fight we shall and win we did