In the beginning, it seems as if we bring our brothers and sisters down into the soil of life or death without their permission.
I once told a man to drop dead,
not because he did wrong but because of his skin complexion.
He tried to beat his white arms black
but they only turned red.
Every student called the little black girl in math class a B****,
in reaction she got on all 4's for any man who so pleased.
In my past being taunted meant the world,
i was never able to enjoy a time with the same group of friends again,
i wanted to my apperance to change to their liking so it would stop.
Seems as like the end result is that we rise and survive the strugle in growth amungst agony given by others.