The day will come, When there will be no more Racism. I hope this day come soon, because I’m sick of being discriminated. It’s like because of my skin color I’m automatically hated. The color of my skin doesn’t define who I am, but my personality does, and I’m a great person, So if you hate me because of the color of my skin you are hating me for no reason. I wish that we could learn to like each other. I wish that we would be kind to one another. Why can’t we treat each other the way we would want to be treated? Man, I think it’s time that Racism was defeated.
Cindy Samantha Christmas (born 27 February 1985) is a Barbadian Author, Illustrator & Poet. Cindy is motly known for her poetry. Born Saint Michael, Barbados. Cindy was raised by her Dominican grandmother MariAnne Christmas, but around January 1998, Cindy moved to the United States with her mother, who lived in Maryland. Cindy began to write at age thirteen as a way of expressing her feelings, because she was very shy.Cindy's last name Christmas was originated from Dominica. Cindy's mother Carol Christmas named her after her favorite singer Cyndi Lauper. At eighteen years old, Cindy decided to write a poem as a joke and send it to an online company, but to her surprise the company liked her poem and wanted her permission to publish her poem into their book.That inspired Cindy to publish her first book Adult Poems(2003). The poems are based on personal experiences, but The Best Poems Ever brought her international recognition. Cindy has written over 16 books, 4 children's books, 3 novels, and 9 poetry books. Cindy's books center on topics such as: racism, religion, relationships and sex. Cindy has a daughter named, Cristal Nicole Christmas. Born July 28, 2004 at Washington Hospital. Cindy updated the cover design of her books, because she was not satisfied with the first cover designs. Updating the covers also boost the sales of her books.
In the soul of the city, the four wheels, the scream for pity. Mercy screamed louder than her voice. Little girls sleeping promised with their toys. Not even one, the strong, the brave, the soldier, the slave. No one could