What Am I?

What am I? Different people are telling me different things Some say I'm a hog not worthy of life While others say I'm a man and should stand up and fight The ones who call me a hog judge me merely By the color of my skin And because of this dark skin they ignore my pleas for help Until I give up and accept my fate Everyone's faces run together and become unrecognizable Until a man pulls me out of the murkiness inside my head He calls me a somebody, a savior, and tells me to stay strong And then one day, I believe him I become what they need me to be As I walk out the door, down the hall, through the room And as I sit down and wait to die I finally know what I am A person, not white or black, but a human being Worthy of love and life