Oppression in my community

Oppression in my community is seen in the lack of resources I have access to. Walking down my block, I see the same thing everyday. I see the same apartment buildings that look like they survive one too many earthquakes, I see men sitting on the pavement with sadness in their eyes, I see kids playing on the street with sticks and stones because they don’t have toys, and I see women pushing shopping carts with homemade food to sell in hopes that they make enough money to pay for rent, bills, and food. Some of the things I don’t see in my community are hospitals, schools, clinics, and parks. My first impression was that my mayor and my representative didn’t have enough money to provide the resources my community needs. I realized that I was wrong, the only reason why I don’t have the resources I need is because the color of my skin is not white. On the other side of town, rich people live their lives without the stress poor people have everyday. The rich don’t have to worry about anything because their community consists of hospitals, schools, clean parks, etc. I was sad to see that we don’t have any of those resources. The lack of resources in my community feels like a punishment for being a minority. For so long, the people in my community have been wearing a mask to hide the torment we go face everyday. I think its time that we receive the resources we deserve. The working class can’t be neglected anymore. We come to this country because we believe in the lie we are continually fed: “This is the land of opportunity.” So far the only opportunities we’ve had are having low paying jobs, a small place to live, and attending schools that look more like prisons. I can’t no longer sit with my arms crossed, waiting for something miraculous end oppression. It’s time that we all come together and remove the mask that has hidden our identity. We all need unite and fight against the oppressor. Only then we’ll have the opportunities that we always hear about.