obama

there is an anger in the eyes
an accusation in the cries
i stand with the will to understand
but no shoes to put my feet in

an entire world outside of my own
a race, a history that has no home
who am i to be a freedom fighter?
never oppressed, never a prisoner

do we hurt, do we help,
do we cry, do we defend,
speak to me, show me how to be a friend
can hope be collective and owned by all men?

color of my own, i rarely consider
yours is identity, to advance or to hinder
confession of ignorance, sting of my guilt
what must it be like, i may never know.