A Spoken Word

As I walk down the street, I see my fellow brothers and sisters, But none see me. Now it's pretty obvious that i was created a different tint than the rest, Yet they always judge me, Even when I'm at my best. They criticize, ostracize and judge all because they didn't grow up around, Around the neighborhood that I did, Where the big hype is all about gangs and whose carrying the bigger piece and whose moving the most weight. But with those type of mentalities they'll never be able to see the date. The date where we all rise and overcome the stereotypes put on my those who don't share the history, The history of an African American girl who's witnessed things that can't be unseen, And the history of her ancestors who's been through one of the lowest periods in american history. I once heard a poem called "I Have A Dream" , But I'm quite sure that "dream" of Dr.King's, Wasn't for us to not live in harmony. It was to see what we can achieve in a united nation, where we are all free. Free from all the racism and prejudices that are thrown left and right, Causing just as much pain as bricks and dynamite. The words attack like a knife that cuts deep, But i'll always stand strong, Even in my sleep. Now as this all comes to an end, There's always a chance to begin. To begin a new slate just as the mind of a newborn baby. Free from all the negativity, Release all the demons And the pressure becomes less heavy.