"Being a Negro in America means trying to smile when you want to cry. It means trying to hold on to physical life amid psychological death. It means the pain of watching your children grow up with clouds of inferiority in their mental skies. It means having their legs off, and then being condemned for being a cripple." Where Do We Go From Here 1967.
Waking up because of my fathers curse of snoring made me realize that it was time to get to work, I earnestly got up and into the bathroom to wash myself. Then as the day truly started I slung articles of clothing on one after another to be sure that I would keep warm while I made my endevour to shovel my fathers car out of its dastardly parking space and eventually getting to his friends car who had stayed over the night before. We worked hard day in and day out helping the multitude of neighbors that needed assistance with there vehicles throughout the