In the streets I am not wanted In this nation I am not wanted In the streets terror takes over In the nation arguments are heard Separating colored from white Separating imperfects from perfects Segregation is a way of life Racism is a daily routine Equal rights isn’t in our vocabulary Freedom for colored isn’t thought of Stereotyping, judging, terrorizing Where is my freedom I’ve longed for? Where is my holy land? Where is my safe place? The north is helping, But is it enough? I feel a change coming The change in the nation Speaks of freedom and Ends segregation It will make me Feel wanted in the streets Feel wanted in the nation But for now I feel as if I’m Not wanted here My skin may be different, But I have a heart and I am still a human being Created by our Holy Father So where is my freedom?
I wrote this poem for a school project about the segregation issues in American history. I had to write the poem in the point of view of a child or victim during this time.