To The Wind

November 18, 2010
By Anonymous

I am discriminated against because of my skin,
Told to throw my dreams and ambitions to the wind,
To forget talk about freedom and equality,
To do what I'm told by busy white body,
You are steeling my life, rights, hopes and dreams,
But some day I know, freedom will come,
When it does, tell my children to come to my grave,
And that this day did not come in vain.

The author's comments:
This is a poem that I wrote for school about the hardships of african american children after the promise of reconstruction in the late 1800's to early 1900's.

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