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Dr e a mi n g o f Ch a n g e

By Luciano Lunetta and Eddie Roby

Grade 8

In the place of Texas in the 1960?s,
There is no freedom for the Black race in any cities. For working together and getting along is
unthinkable.
Everywhere Anne goes she feels unwanted,
With the fact that there is racial segregation and
Every place for Blacks, seems haunted.
discrimination,
Her race, ethnicity, evermore taunted,
It is always remembered that the people above you
Her mere presence, an inconvenience to others. will bring you humiliation.
The only person that truly has empathy is her mother. Hope for a vanishing border between races and
groups,
It is just another common oppression to her melancholy
life, When humiliation reaches its max, riots are provoked
and associations gather their troops.
Her only protection against society is the sheath knife.
Both of the races were extremely tenacious,
All her life White rules Black.
With each side believing strongly that the opposer is
There is never a moment where there is not an attack.
vexatious.
Humanity has taught her that everyone has equal rights,
At the time that Anne starts to walk back home,
However, every time this topic is brought up, it sparks
There is a deafening noise of a riot, likewise to the
fights.
clamor of the battle of Ancient Rome.
Racial segregation and discrimination is at a peak
In the act of attempting to run to safety,
Every second it grows worse, making her even more
The sense of danger makes the body feel weighty.
weak.
She is too slow to reach her destination,
Anne is strolling through the street,
An unknown person shoots her, as a result of his
As she sees a white man who she did not wish to meet.
frustration.
His eyes are blue and hair, the color of sunlight,
But now she wakes up ten years later.
Anne desires no trouble and wants no fight.
With the White race no longer being the dictators.
He keeps on a path towards Anne,
Rising up to the sight of Black and Whites,
Oh how Anne is aggravated by this man.
Holding hands? .there are no more fights.
As she continues to move forward down the street,
?Yes,? she screams,
She keeps her head down, fearing she will be beat.
?My hope for change has come true,? My dream.
The White race?s fountains, clear water yelping
segregation
Where the Black people do not have justice or liberation

The White and Black races are incompatible,