Thinkin'
by Blair Miller

I am tired...
tired of being beaten,
I am black.

I am annoyed...
with people thinking I am different
when we are equal,
I am black
 

My feet hurt...
from walking,
from sticking up for what I think is right,
I am black

 
My heart is broken,
because of the way we are treated,
I am black

 
I am sick...
of those memories of the past
of white people about to pounce on me
because,
I am black

I am tired of working...
so hard,
and each night,
in that little shack that I sleep in
I think,
Thinking...
Thinking...
and looking...looking...
looking at my scar,
As I say to myself...

Yes I am:
 
I am different,
I am sick and tired of it.
To whites I am nothing,
for I am black.


Yes I know I am all those things,
but I must accept that in my life,
but yet,
I am me
different,
thankful for who I am.

And one day, we will all be equal
and that freedom will cross,
and all people will each share and shake hands together
and walk and talk and drink together.

That is what I dream...

Each night,
realizing that I am thankful.
I sit there dreaming...
dreaming...
thinking...
looking...
realizing...
seeing...
that one day we the people will all be united!

That is my dream!

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