Being Black in America

 They ask us why don’t we go back,  

Back to where we’ve already made a pact. 

Pact is the Black Americans that been through it all,  

But we hold our heads up because MLK said to stand tall. 

A lot of people don’t want to hear about our suffering,  

They want to keep their inhumanity in covering.  

The pain runs deeply through my soul.  

The soul that was once in a hole.  

That hole filled with oppression.  

That hole filled with suppression.  

That hole filled with discrimination.  

That hole filled with segregation.  

Most of all the imprisonment, 

Of which the mind, body and soul was insignificant.  

Think about if the roles were reverse,  

Think about your everyday life being inverse.  

Our stories aren’t the same but have one similarity,  

They wanted their freedom from England have some clarity.  

But what was done to them must be done to others.  

They strip away the Native Americans and my sisters and brothers.  

They were just people with new found land trying to embark, 

But did not realize with the people they left a mark.  

When it comes to color the nation’s ideal rules don’t apply.  

They tell us freedom and justice for all which some of them lied. 

Understand the hypocrisy that is given towards us,  

Have a understanding of what we just discuss. 

“They said that they were going to fight, because they cherished  

The very ideal, of what our government stands for, should stand for, 

And that was being abrogated by what was being done.”  

 Take that moment of what George Takei said,  

And realize why the revolution spread. 

Even though that hole is still present in today,  

We know what this country stands for our civil rights leader kept our way.  

So step inside the shoes of being black,  

And get very comfortable because were not going back.  

Step Inside a Different Pair of Shoes

Hello APEs, 

This week and the past week I have receive some true insight of how the earlier world of America took place. It was a different world then than now even if we are on the same planet. Here’s a short story of an opposite perspective of the past world.  

My named is Annie, I’m 17 years of age and I lived in small town named Salem with my father, mother, and two older brothers. I am the youngest and only girl in the family.   Salem is a small town that sits in middle of an open area and a couple meters out, lies the edge of the forest, the Devil’s foreground. The people of Salem live by the Puritan methods which are a strict biblical regime.  The girls my age work for other families, go to church and only read the bible. I am born a Puritan and must stay a Puritan until death do I part or the congregation exiles me. The Men rule this town even if they are not in the judges of ministry.  All ministers are men, so men are even seen as judge, jury, and executioner. All women are trained to see men in this way including their husbands, father, and sons. As I write to you do not judge me as men judge women who think for themselves and see another way of life. Try to understand I am no witch, but I see this town differently than everyone else who are conform by the church. If women are not married or widower they are often suspected of witch craft. They are the outsiders that oppose the Puritan methods. There’s no such thing of difference here in this town everyone follows the rule to the very last letter. I have never seen witch craft nor have most people either but it’s the lie that is offered for the reason of why such unnatural things happen. Living this way is more of a cage lifestyle for us. From this enclose space the pressure rises and everyone is unbalance and paranoid. When an opposing member of society appears in town, there is punishment in the name of justice of God. Even John Proctor can advocate he stated "I come five mile to hear him preach only hellfire and bloody damnation. There are many others who stay away from church because you hardly ever mention God any more." There is so much punishment that this religion has turned into a cult where we burn women at the stake or cast them out and punishment for not worshipping God enough. I am awake in a town that lives in the darkness but I have no other choice but to keep writing to you for I fear the consequences of the judgement I may face.