On July 4, 1776, a country was born. From its freedom of religion and right to prosper, it had a grand entrance to the world theater. But it still had problems yet to face. It’s people, for example, had no rights, freedoms, or liberties guaranteed to them by law.

On September 17, 1787, this problem was rectified, for the indefinite and undeniable laws of the land were signed into effect. Among the terms “checks and balances” and “constitutional republic”,10 freedoms were given to all that lived under the 13 stripes and 13 stars. Among those freedoms was the right to vote.

On February 3, 1870, people of different skins were able to participate in the election of their leader. Through the hardship of war, the harshness of society, and the heartless affection of life, these slaves of the fields and mines had fought, survived and thrived. Although they had obstacles still in their way, they had taken the first step towards acceptance...all through the right of the vote.

On August 18, 1920, the cries and pleas of half of the population were finally heard. After decades of meetings, marches, and meaningless dialogues, they finally had their reward for caring for the children and the other half of the population which they wished to have the same right as; the right to suffrage.

On August 6, 1965, although people with colored skins were able to vote, their freedom to do so without discrimination or retribution was secured.

And on January 20, 2009, the first person of African blood was sworn in through the power of the vote of all citizens, regardless of race, sex, or class.

The right to vote has been gifted to many groups in the past, each having fought hard for it. So what does my vote mean to me? To me, my vote is a way to honor the people that fought for my right. To me, my vote is a right that needs to be used, lest it lose its priceless value. To me, my vote is a right that gives me life, liberty, and the ability to pursue happiness.