The Journey


United States
40° 43' 50.2824" N, 124° 4' 57.6552" W

I see the white kids on the swing,
My heart is pounding from within.
What will they say if i ask to play?
Will they say "go away," or " maybe another day?"
Mamma tells me not to worry,
For those boys vision is simply blurry.
One day it will all be better,
God can change things beyond measure.
Although right now they seem to hate thee,
My journey for freedom will never escape me.

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