Year: 1956

Seperation. Segregation. Isolation. Discrimination.
It’s all me. Yet none of it is me.

These words have been placed upon my shoulders, this appearance, these characteristics. It’s all familiar, yet none of it is.

But it is me. It is I.

Why, I never knew why.
Why does the color of my skin, make people hate?

Your eyes are blue, yours are green. Don’t make you any different. Doesn’t mean you have to drink, sit, eat, and use different things and places.

Skin. Momma told me that it’s not what’s on the outside, but what’s on the in.

Then, tell me why. Oh God, please tell me why!

Why do people hate? Discriminate. Debate. Incriminate.

Tell me, please, tell me.

WHY