I am the Greensboro Four.

I wonder if the discrimination will ever end.

I hear my family and friends complain about segregation.

I see the apprehension in the eyes of my friends as we walk bravely into the Woolworth Department Store.

I want all of this to change and everyone to be treated equally.

I am the Greensboro Four.

I pretend that I have no care in the world as I prepare to walk up to the lunch counter and be seated.

I feel my heart racing as if it is going to pop right out of my chest.

I touch my leg and feel it shaking uncontrollably.

I worry that the people inside may not believe in nonviolence and this could end tragically.

I cry inside, but I know this is the only way to take a stand for what I believe.

I am the Greensboro Four.

I understand that people in this world do not understand each other and if we could just see that we are all the same and there is no difference in us besides the color of our skin, the world would be a much better place.

I say that one day it is all going to change.

I dream of a day when I can walk into any department store, restaurant, or lunch counter, and be treated like the people who are welcomed there.

I try to understand people and why the act the way they do, but I can’t comprehend it.

I hope people will keep the memory alive of what happened July 25, 1960 when I was able to sit and be served at the Woolworth lunch counter.

I am the Greensboro Four.

By Danielle Griffin