Equal Opportunity Poem by Keonna Andrews

I don't know if this is a poem, it feels more like random thoughts. It's not written down it is flowing from my heart. I sat down today, where i live the rain is falling and I think about the barriers that bar me from going further in my life. America is the land of the free and the brave, but why is it that i feel like I'm imprisoned and enslaved. I try my best to do what is right but I am not perfect at all, sometimes my left is my right.

I try to look for a job that I am qualified for, but every employer keeps closing the door, they say 'Equal Opportunity Employer' but that is just for show, because no matter the job there is the closed door.

And then when you turn to Social Service for help, they become your master and make you beg for there help,435.00 a month for a family of two, and when you ask for some help to be on your own, quickly they say there is nothing we can do.

So I go home and get down on my knees and ask God above, is there any blessings left for me, I am not your best child but I am not your worst, but I believed in you always when I was even at my worst. I am sorry for all the things I have done, I'm not asking to be rich just a small blessing to come. I know you want us to do some work, but what is enough, is this what my efforts are worth. Lord, I am not a Saint, i make mistakes, but what I want from you is to just take this stress away. I no longer live the life that I led, I don't look down on my neighbors, Peggy, Sue, or Ed. I pray in the morning, I pray, in the night, I pray in between time with all of my might. I encourage my family, friends, and people I don't know, with the word I was taught and spiritually i grow. But my spirit is so tormented inside, I am tired of all the pain, tired of trying. What do you want from me God, please tell me, PLEASE. Because in this life where I am there is no such thing as an Equal Opportunity.