Tears trickle down my mother's dark face
Sweat precipitates on the filthy back of my father
All around me I see people who are lighter than us
Why are they happy and we are not?
There is no freedom
Twenty years from now, I will be the same as my parents
Working hard and being treated separately from the others
Why can't I be like them?
The ones who have no worry in the world
But then I remember it is not us that they judge
It is our color
Black
This may set us apart but it only makes us stronger
One day, I will have the right to freedom