I am a member of the Little Rock Nine.
I wonder if they will ever understand how I feel.
I hear their heartless words every single minute of the day.
I see the anger and frustration in their eyes.
I want to be treated with respect for who I am.
I am a member of the Little Rock Nine.
I pretend to be strong, unaffected, and unconcerned, but
I feel my heart pounding inside of my chest.
I need to feel accepted.
I worry that I will never be safe while I am at school.
I cry only when I am in the protection of my own home.
I am a member of the Little Rock Nine.
I understand that I am not being given what I deserve.
I believe that I can make it through this, no matter how hard it becomes.
I dream that one day my children will not be judged solely based on the color of their skin.
I try to be optimistic.
I hope that change will come one day.
I am a member of the Little Rock Nine.
