I Am Many

I am a different color, yet the same color I am filled with new ideas, but think the same thoughts I am an individual, somehow I belong still to a group Just like my ancestors, their ancestors, or whoever came before me I am often judged, yet never understood I am seemingly always discouraged, but never phased I am a diamond in the dark sunless mine I habitat, somehow I still shine Like an unfavored pet, car, material possession, or whatever you choose to compare me with I am average height for my king, yet I stand taller I am trapped like a beast, but inside my own freedom I am born into an unequal system, somehow the aspirations for greatness never waiver Call me Black, African-American, Colored, a Minority, whatever you choose to think me.