Casey H.
1/6/98
I walk into a restaurant and look around bravely,
And think to myself this is almost as bad as slavery!
All the eyes look at my hands and my face,
They all seem to be distracted by my color and my race.
I look calm on the outside but inside I'm a mess,
I feel angry, frustrated, upset, and most of all depressed.
All my friends join me to sit down,
I see all smiles turn to frowns.
Although the waiter screams "Get out!"
I sit there quietly, as people yell and shout!
The Police barge in to drag us off,
Behind us the others jeer and scoff,
Scared and angry and scared is what I feel inside,
Would things be easier if I just laid down and died?
All around the jail I see,
Protesters and fighters just like me.
I hope we will get to vote one day,
We will be equal is what I pray.
I feel strong and brave like I've done good,
Because I know I was helping and was doing all I could.
I really wish we could win the fight,
But if we want to, we have to have Civil Rights!