To feel you are not the sole arbiter of your destiny is painful. Indeed, the sorrow lies in the million little violations engineered to teach you to stay in your place. The lane designated especially for your kind.
You learn quickly that freedom is to be achieved in this world, so you rise. To escape the confines of stereotype and systemic aggression is hard, but worthy of the effort. Even if you fail, achievement lies in the fight. Your children will continue the battle for you. This is the only war that once won will leave the world better place.
© 2016 H.R. Stephens