A little boy once asked

Why are we here

Why are we poor and have to suffer

Why do my fears not catch your attention

Im only 8 and one day I'll be great

But why dont the whites like the black

Why are there numbers on my back

I never meet my mother

I have to call this white man Master

And if I ask him why i'm here he looks and me says he owns me

What does that mean?

I cant read

I cant write

Half the words they use I dont understand and I still dont know why we are here

 

A lady once told me

You are here because you were chosen

You are here because every life has a reason

You are here because you will be something great

Dont let them bruises on your back hold you down

You are here because you life has a calling

You are here because we will fight for a greater end

You are here to win and never lose

If you fall get back up she tells me dust yourself and try again

Dont listen to the stuff they say about you'

Dont worry about failure

Only believe in yourself and everything else will fall into place

 

She ask me do I understand

And I SAY YES NOW I KNOW WHY IM HERE!!!