In the beginning, the color of one’s skin was a big deterrent on how a person would live and he would be viewed. Between the “Coloreds” and “Whites” there was always a feud. Why did the whites have to receive the utmost respect? Why did blacks have to hang with ropes tied around their necks? How could God create creatures different from one another? Who’s to say the color of one’s skin put one above the other? Two separate lines, different restrooms were used, it seemed like forever before we integrated the schools. Blacks weren’t allowed to vote or speak their mind, society just thought anything they had to say was a waste of time. Where did this begin? How did this start? It goes back further than the Montgomery Bus Boycott and Rosa Parks. It goes back to when slaves worked in the fields, being forced to pick cotton in the heat against their will. All day singing songs of when they would be free, praying and crying to God, “Lord why hast thou chosen me?” Bearing children without a different place to live, no one had anything to offer them, and nothing did they have to give. Then came President Lincoln who set them free although there were whites saying “coloreds will never be equal to me.” Some lost hope thinking this was not their war to fight, knowing the lynching and harassment would go on forever in the night. Burning of homes and churches went on, despite the fact that we were free, judged by who we were and not the color of our skin we feared we would never be. Eventually we moved on and most decided this was our world and share it we would. Blacks begin to own businesses, shops, and grocery stores simply because our rights said we could. Inspired to be more than what the “white man” said we could, live a normal life and do as we wanted, simply because we could. So many deaths occurred while we struggled to claim our place and take a stand. Now one has more pride to say he is a Black Man. Today, we still have those who don’t accept the fact that we are all equal under God’s eyes. All along it should never have been about color, but being human, you for you and I for I.
MarChina Smith is 26 years old with one daughter. She is a current college student, employed within a fortune 500 company as well as a model of 5 years. She’s walked for numerous central Florida designers as well as done shows with MTV. Writing poetry is something she started doing as a hobby in 2002.