sketches of a bipolar girl: Keep Hope Alive

Keep hope alive!
That's what Jesse Jackson says.
But what happens when you have no hope left?
Lord knows I am not one of the lucky ones, 
You know who I'm talking about. The privileged class,
Things always going their way.
I am not one of the beautiful ones either. Doors open automatically for the girl with the great smile, shiny hair and good body. I've often thought of what I'd be like if I were beautiful.
I don't dwell on it though, that breeds the dark thoughts, the thoughts that tell me that it is all for naught. I try to stay away from thoughts like that. I keep struggling because I have no choice. If hope dies, the dreams die, and for some of us, dreams are we have. It used to be a war cry for black people. But now I believe, it is a war cry for all people, everywhere. So, I will pick myself up, dust myself off and keep hope alive.
Say it Loud, I'm BLACK and I'm PROUD!
Peace, Joy, Love - B