I am writing this at the moment
Of change
Writing on the hues of a once hostile home
Chilled by the impossibilities of what I thought I could never know
I am writing this
In deference to the spirits of my ancestors
To the the oppressed, to the obstacled,
to the obstructed individuals that
Unfairly tasted death
I am writing this at the moment
Of change
The moment when all dreams no longer have to be differed The moment when we realized the truths British zealots
Who rebelled against the instruments of hate and subjugation
These are word bubble lifting to the tears placed in the sky.. The sweetest joys
Never shall I forget this feeling!
When I believe that former slaves children can fly
Can soar
Can levitate beyond the silent chains of pain and prejudice Where urban
night screams explode past the empty sounds of degradation...
I am writing this at the moment
Of change
From hate to love
When company comes
I too am singing
America America land that
I love
From experiments in Booker home school
To the humanity robbing expedition done afar
I am writing this for
Malcolm And
Medgar
Jesse And Jesus
Nat and
Stokely
And Assata
Emmit and
Fredrick
Khallid And Johnny
And Elijah
Marvin
And Martin
Amadou and
Sean
and Huey
and
for those 4 little girls ...
Yes we can...
change