![]() White WallsA Poem by ReesesThey got nervous when the black man learned to read and write. Christopher Sholes created the typewriter, now the black culture has learned to type. Our ancestors have cleaned houses and scrubbed dirty floors. Their work feels in vain as I watch young people fail to walk through college doors. I’m angry as hell, I want to yell and scream. I feel so forced to face his reality that I all “living my dreams.” I walk these white halls and see black cells. I’m that 1% who isn’t pregnant with my baby’s father in jail. I’m confused, are we as African Americans lazy because we want to be used? We can win and earn our place while the world believes we will lose. Let’s build an ark like Noah and flood our minds with unexpected rivers of knowledge. We will change the world and go to college. Although, we make many mistakes, my generation is not dead. There is just too much death and destruction crowding the positive goals in our heads. With God by our sides we can accomplish great deeds. Build Great empires and pass them down to our seeds. We as a league of African Americans must not wait until the sky falls. We must learn and one day grow beyond these white walls. © 2009 Reeses |
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1 Review Added on March 11, 2008 Last Updated on March 12, 2009 Author![]() ReesesNew Orleans, LAAboutI am finding balance within. I'm now a junior at Loyola University of New Orleans, La and I feel that no matter how much it hurts, I must at least believe in myself. Times get hard for me and I lose.. more..Writing
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