by Shana Clements
I’m only a young girl, my mind is not fully developed and I don’t
know everything,
But here’s what I’ve learned
I’ve learned that black people are the problem
Black people are too loud, too brash and too ugly
Black people are hated by the law
Black people
Black people
Black people
Negros
Negros
Negros
As a race we are taught to never show our fear
To hide behind loud voices and bravado
To cajole and joke around after all we’ve fought for
But if we really are so brave,
Why are our young girls kicked out of school for their natural
hair?
If we are so brave, so brash, so invincible,
Why am I still afraid?
Why do I fear for my mother when she drives to the store at
night?
Why do I cringe when my sister walks down the streets wearing a
hoodie?
Why?
Hoodie
Michelle Miles