I NEED THE OPINION OF AFRICAN AMERICAN PEOPLE, ON THIS SPEECH I WROTE FOR CLASS. I had to Prepare a presentation about one of the Four Freedoms and how it effects me/applies to me.

What is freedom from fear, come here white man and whisper the sweet joy of it in my ear, because all I got is the freedom to fear. I’ve been told to hold my head high, but not too high or that might give you a reason to take my life. People who look like me don’t have a chance to live our childhoods reckless, wild, and free, because our moms told us not to act a fool so we don’t…it might lower the chances of us having your knee on our throats. Take off that hoodie, even on a rainy day, don’t want to end up like Trayvon Martin on a rainy day. Be polite, say no sir and yes sir, and stay calm when their voices get higher. Daddy told us to keep our hands where they can see them, watch our tone, unless our bodies will be as cold as ice and still as stone.

I’m not free from fear. They’re not free from fear. We’re not free from fear. As black mother’s and father’s tears water the strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees. Because their son’s last words were a beg for mercy.

Freedom from fear ain’t for them. Freedom from fear ain’t for me. They count the bullet holes, they go one...two…three.

Freedom from fear ain’t for us. That’s why Freedom from fear is a must.