I Am

I am one of the Little Rock nine.
I wonder what I ever did to deserve this hate.
I hear their slurs in my ears, an unavoidable fate.
I see their eyes, avoid contact with mine.
I want to know why they malign.
I am one of the Little Rock nine.

I pretend to have skin of steel.
I feel better to imagine my hurt can be easily concealed.
I need act this way, it's for the better.
I worry eventually I might completely unravel.
I cry when I am alone, nearly all of the time.
I am one of the Little Rock nine.

I understand that this is a crooked destiny.
I believe in a God, so I ask Him- why me?
I dream, one day, he'll send an angel from above.
I try to believe hate can be swallowed by unlimited love.
I hope I am not dreaming, when I see not one, but 1000 angels come down from the sky.
I am proud, I am one of the Little Rock nine.