Proud to be American

pretty brown eyes, 

nice brown skin,

questioning why I'm so glad to be african american,

so much history,

on just becoming a race to the society,

so once a long time ago we were looked at like nothing,

but growing up and stepping out we became something,

so much to treasure,

so much to be told,

how is it that they survived so many stories still untold,

the treatment of people, 

the life we live today,

give it up for all the african americans that change their life so we can live this way,

sometimes we think it's not true,

but who really knows, 

we have stories, actions, and news,

they show us who did what they had to do,

so it's kind of bad and good how we live our lives now,

knowing that our elders went through all that pain,

so that we could grow up in a world full of games,

so reflecting on some good and bad things that happened while I stand,

Remembering how many people put their lives on the line,

So that in this future I can finally say I am proud and you should be proud to,

To be any type of american,