Poem Featured in American Dream|
I am born of black color
Descendant of slaves,
Who worked and cried so I can see better days
Who fought and ran
So I can be free to see better days
Better days are here, so they say
So why am I still working, running, fighting and crying?
For my better days?
Or is it so my descendants can know of the work I'm putting in
For their better days?
Angela Jobe, 2003
From the opening pages of American Dream by Jason DeParle