Why me? Why should I go through all this pain and suffering? You took me from my home and put me in a circus, making fun of my wide hips and plump lips, painting your faces dark like my skin mocking me. For years I got called names, was beat and abused made fun of all because I was darker than you. I was different. A monster. I was called a Nigger and put on display naked. I cried every night wishing to go back home and wishing for the suffering to stop. Years later a law was passed, I was released and everything seamed better or so I thought. Blacks were no longer enslaved or abused in circuses, we were allowed to go to school and learn. Of-course we weren't allowed alongside the white men, may God bring us hell if a black men refused to give up what he had for a white men. We were freed from enslavement but still got abused at night, got made fun of and excluded to Black Only areas. For years I had to give my seat up to white men and female even when my feet were aching. The law wouldn't protect us from anything, if we were out too late then wed get beat and put in jail. The few people who accepted us and helped us through the days were put into mental hospitals because blacks didn't categorize as people. Every passing year things seamed to only get worst, nothing was progressing. I was once kidnapped, abused once again and taken advantage of by hundreds of men. The police denied to arrest the men because they were white and I on the other hand was black, therefore I was lying. Spending nights in a dark cell without getting food was still better than spending days outside being hated by everyone. Today we say racism doesn't exist but I look around and see people judging blacks just because they are too dark. People change streets and clutch on to their belongings when they see a black man or women walking their way. They fear that they will get killed or robbed just because the person doesn't look like they do. As if skin color categorizes who is bad from good. I've seen the purest of people do the cruelest of things, become completely evil. Kids throw the word "Nigger" into every sentence that they can. As if they've forgotten the pain the word used to cause people. How discriminating it is to use such a word. Today we accept it, we see everyone using it as if it never did any harm, as if our past never happened or never meant anything. We try not to be racists but make racial comments every day without acknowledging it. We have no respect for those who fought for our rights and died trying to make a change, trying to make people realize that blacks are human too. Ancestors that never went back to their family's but were forced to start new ones, and what do we say to them? Nothing. We disrespect things that were fought for by many as if it didn't matter because its in the past. So once again I ask why us. Why were we looked as different and inhuman. Why.
