It is hard living my life. I am discriminated against daily. People spit on me and call me names as I walk down the street. I give all I can just do get through the obstacle-filled days.People stare at me with disgrace with every move I make. Why? Because of the color of my skin, because I just happen to be darken than the majority. You see, where I’m from, it doesn’t matter how intelligent or wealthy you are if you happen to be part of the minority. If you’re black, you ain’t nothin’. I am growing up in a society that is terrified of losing its power to the blacks. I go by the name of Tip, stand six feet and two inches tall, weighing 180 pounds of pure muscle. I live in an apartment in Atlanta, Georgia with my moms and younger sister, Akemi. I am the man of my house. My father bounced right when he heard my moms was pregnant, 17 years ago. I’ve never met him, and have absolutely no intentions of doing so. Our neighbors are all black, sharing a common struggle to be equal with the majority. Walking along the sidewalks of our streets would reveal broken windows, doors off their hinges, and drug-dealing. The community is run-down, as we have no money to renovate anything. No white man will give any black man a job here in Atlanta. I go to school regularly, an “all black school”. I am not allowed, or as I was told my some white folks, worthy to go to theirs. I am working to go to college to provide a better life for me and my family and get us out of these brutal times of racism. My moms always told me to stand up for what I believe in, even if everyone else disagrees. I do not have a role model. I am my own and will fight for what I believe in, no matter what the consequences are at the end of the road. Last week I was told to leave a restaurant because some whites walked in and couldn’t stand to sit within the same vicinity as me. Yeah, I left, but not without a fight. The police were called and I ended up in a cell for two days for “disturbing the peace”. Wait, hold up… me? I was just sitting there eating my lunch quietly when those uptight white people walked in. If anyone disturbed the peace, it was them. The officer who locked me up is known as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., a white man of course. He is regarded as an evil man by all blacks, but to his kind, he is a hero. He preaches on a daily basis how blacks are no good at all, that all of us are ignorant, stealing animals. Animals? Yeah, blacks are not considered to be actual human beings, but animals. You could be a cereal-killing white man and still be considered more humanly than a church-going black man. But see, that’s how things are around here. Blacks are treated no better than the dirt a white man walks on. We strive for equal rights every single day but are always shut down by some white folks. But the struggle continues and life goes on every day. We’ll just have to wait ‘til someone is willing to help us overcome America’s worst habit.
You see, where I’m from, it doesn’t matter how intelligent or wealthy you are if you happen to be part of the minority. If you’re black, you ain’t nothin’. I am growing up in a society that is terrified of losing its power to the blacks.
I go by the name of Tip, stand six feet and two inches tall, weighing 180 pounds of pure muscle. I live in an apartment in Atlanta, Georgia with my moms and younger sister, Akemi. I am the man of my house. My father bounced right when he heard my moms was pregnant, 17 years ago. I’ve never met him, and have absolutely no intentions of doing so.
Our neighbors are all black, sharing a common struggle to be equal with the majority. Walking along the sidewalks of our streets would reveal broken windows, doors off their hinges, and drug-dealing. The community is run-down, as we have no money to renovate anything. No white man will give any black man a job here in Atlanta.
I go to school regularly, an “all black school”. I am not allowed, or as I was told my some white folks, worthy to go to theirs. I am working to go to college to provide a better life for me and my family and get us out of these brutal times of racism.
My moms always told me to stand up for what I believe in, even if everyone else disagrees. I do not have a role model. I am my own and will fight for what I believe in, no matter what the consequences are at the end of the road.
Last week I was told to leave a restaurant because some whites walked in and couldn’t stand to sit within the same vicinity as me. Yeah, I left, but not without a fight. The police were called and I ended up in a cell for two days for “disturbing the peace”. Wait, hold up… me? I was just sitting there eating my lunch quietly when those uptight white people walked in. If anyone disturbed the peace, it was them.
The officer who locked me up is known as Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., a white man of course. He is regarded as an evil man by all blacks, but to his kind, he is a hero. He preaches on a daily basis how blacks are no good at all, that all of us are ignorant, stealing animals. Animals? Yeah, blacks are not considered to be actual human beings, but animals. You could be a cereal-killing white man and still be considered more humanly than a church-going black man.
But see, that’s how things are around here. Blacks are treated no better than the dirt a white man walks on. We strive for equal rights every single day but are always shut down by some white folks. But the struggle continues and life goes on every day. We’ll just have to wait ‘til someone is willing to help us overcome America’s worst habit.