The Walk

I walk to the door, the door that all America is now watching. Why is America watching this door? Why does that man standing by the door not want me to go through the door you might ask too? It's all because of my color. That man is white and I am black. Some white people want me to walk through that door, like RFK and JFK . But some like the man standing in front of the door do not want me to go through the door. Walking through a door. It should be a simple task, but it is not for me. The white men accompanying me make the white man in front of the door move. The door is open. I do not look at the man who was blocking the door. I walk through the door. The world is watching.