The "I Am" Poem

I am the Lunch Counter Sit-In.

I wonder if I’ll survive to see the end.

I hear hatred all around me. “Get out of here nigger!”

I see no change, in this game of segregation.

I want equality but that’s just something I won’t get in the end.

I am the Lunch Counter Sit-In.

I pretend that I will see equality …

I feel the hostility …

I need “love and good will at all time” like MLK said.

I worry that this will never be brought to an end.

I cry internally to display no sign of weakness, because in the end I will WIN!

I am the Lunch Counter Sit-In.

I understand the misconception of these people …

I believe unity is soon to come …

I dream of peace between all Humanities.

I try not to awake from such a realistic thing.

I hope for this dream to come true, in the end because …

I am the Lunch Counter Sit-In; fighting for all my rights in the end!