Right to Freedom

Tears trickle down my mother's dark face Sweat precipitates on the filthy back of my father All around me I see people who are lighter than us Why are they happy and we are not? There is no freedom Twenty years from now, I will be the same as my parents Working hard and being treated separately from the others Why can't I be like them? The ones who have no worry in the world But then I remember it is not us that they judge It is our color Black This may set us apart but it only makes us stronger One day, I will have the right to freedom