I am a minor
I have the same rights of
A Black man 200 years ago
A Woman 100 years ago
They say we are not smart enough
They say we are not good enough
They say we are not old enough
I say I am
When will I have rights?
When I have grown old?
When I have lost my spirit?
When I have lost my perspective?
They keep us silent
Because they haven’t yet told us how to think
But I think we should speak
And remind the world of what they were
It might sound silly now
But it was silly 200 years ago
And it was silly 100 years ago
Is it so silly now?