I heard sirens ringing  

And I saw mothers crying 

 Dad's and son's were dying 

Night's I used to cry myself to sleep 

I prayed to God for a change

People used to asked me

What make's you so strong

The only thing I could say was

The struggle made me this way 

I used to think if I were white 

My life would be butterflies and rainbows 

Now I love who I am 

Because my struggle made me who I am

                                                                                              By: Mikayla French