One Little Drop

Yes, I know I can clearly see

Why you cannot accept me

My blood is red, attached to a crimson heart

However, we live in worlds completely apart

Am I not good enough?

Do you find me unworthy?

Truly, I was born from God’s mercy

I stand and wait, praying for the day

When you might say hello or look my way

Negro child born into circumstance

However, more than anything, I would love a chance

I look in the mirror standing proud, whom do I see?

A hurt and sometimes lost young man on a great journey

I embrace the pain, the hurt I carry daily

I will never be accepted, but in my heart, I am hoping one-day maybe

I stand tall and face the world

While society has emotions at deadlock

I guess my life would have been easier, if it was not for the rule called One Drop.

By: Xavier Jonte’ Thompson