Segregation
Their eyes shining angry and mean, look down upon me.
Their pigment is light; creamy with white,
they look at me with prejudice and spite.
I lower my head, making my feet take that next step,
telling myself it doesn't matter and not to fret.
Prejudice is like a drug for the whites of this nation,
enforcing the belief of this awful segregation.
"ALL men are created equal", the Founding Fathers had said,
but in this day in age, it wouldn't matter if I were dead.
I stay quiet, silent in fear,
they stare at me… laugh and sneer.
They think they are powerful with their ivory kissed skin,
then look at me as some God-awful sin.
I try to stay strong with no fear to be shown,
but it's terrifying walking these streets alone.
They break my pride, destroy my ambition; terrorize my dreams.
That "somewhere over the rainbow" is a lot longer away than it seems.
I try to stay calm, taking a deep breath in,
the whites think that was a waste of perfectly good oxygen.
We've come so far, but have such a long way to go,
and those whites hinder us, pushing us to and fro.
My heart is breaking with every mean glare,
the rules of this game are so unfair.
Though we are free, we might as well be slaves.
With their violent prejudices, they shove us in our graves.
Our bones have been bruised, our spirits have died,
when they wrote the Constitution "for EVERY man", they lied…
They look at me in disgust and scoff at my race,
I look down at my dark skin, a tear running down my face.
This was an assignment I had for English class. We learned about the 1960s and we had to write about how we felt about the information learned, or write a poem, story, etc, about a certain thing during the 60s. I decided to write a poem about segregation. I hope you like it. Please leave me a review of what you thought about it. Thank you!
-FairyTale87