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I am grayI am


I am gray I am niether black nor white I don't keep track of who did what to who Jesus taught me the golden rule: Do onto others as you would have them do onto you. I never understood all the hate What was the big debate? Did we even have to segregate? All I know is that one tiresome march across the country, and one compelling speech changed it all I was not there, but still, it changed me I will never have to worry about sitting in the wrong spot on the bus or drinking from the wrong water fountain or sitting at the wrong counter. And its all because an older generation cared enough to start the the Civil Rights Movement
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