We all have a dream. A dream that we thought came true.

But what is a dream? A dream is a wish that your heart, mind and soul make.

People of the past, and people of the future

Will have this same dream.

The dream that racism will be buried under the depths of the earth alongside the people who spoke the dreadful words.

You make us  feel as if we are  powerless.

You believe that you should be treated as a King or Queen, and we are nothing but your servants.

 

You say that we don’t deserve the same things as you.

That we are the lowlifes of the world.

You call us harsh words.

And say we’ll never go far.

That we’re the bottom of the barrel and deserve the unbearable.

You’re full of hate and can’t wait to express it.

You force us to grow up, needing our heads fully screwed on

I guess I can say thank you for speeding the process along.

 

Our people have come so far, but why do you make us feel that we haven’t progressed at all.

At least now I can participate in  and attend the same activities as you.

But again why do you make it seem like we can’t.

We have to fight everyday. We’re in a constant uphill battle.

It feels like we can never win the war.

We have to work ten times harder than you will ever have to.

And all because we look different.

How would you like it if you were never taken seriously? Or you were continuously being talked about for no apparent reason?

How would you feel if you were afraid to drive around town at night in fear of the police?

How would you feel to always feel segregated? Or like you could never fit in?

That’s how we feel everyday.

That’s how I feel everyday.

 

I am strong, I am proud, I am independent, I am caring, I am loving, and have so many other qualities.

But you don’t care to find out what they are.

All you see is black.

I am proud of who I am now, and who I hope to be in the future.

I` can only hope that there are others that are like me.

Who embrace who they are, and aren’t afraid to be who they are.

And in the great words of Dr. Martin Luther KIng,

“We shouldn’t be judged by the color of our skin, but by the content of our character.”

I am strong, I am proud, I am black.

But most importantly, I am me.