Hungry

Thu, 03/21/2013 - 12:07 -- Miss_B

I kept trying to wrap my mind around it
Was there something I was missing
How could evil and hated be so prevalent in a land that’s promised to be so full of hopes and dreams
Sounds like a mighty contradiction to me
Staring down those pointed noses
Incredulous looks like we should be underneath their feet
Decades upon decades of ignorance and let’s be honest, plain bullshit
Passed down from one evil oppressor to the next
Denied the rights to simple things based solely on the color of our skin
But the way I see it, you can let it break you
Heartlessly let it rip away your pride, your dignity, your right to be one of God’s
Beautifully crafted human beings
OR
You can choose to fight
What makes your lunch counter so special
That I with my beautiful brown skin, full lips, and ethnic features cannot be served
Food and insults alike hurled with a nasty vengeance
I will not bow down for this type of racial inequality
Today I choose to fight
Not with violence as you’ve so ignorantly displayed
But with wisdom, with courage, and with strength
The blood, sweat, and tears of my ancestors is the necessary fuel needed
To continue to sit bravely and boldly at these racially segregated lunch counters
Not because we are hungry for food, but hungry for change, hungry for justice
Fight we shall and win we did

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