This is my Martin, my Meger Evens, my Selma, my trip back down
histories lane. Stories of all time I thought I never see Dr King His
Honor, His vows, His words, Trapped In immortality of great honor “I
have a dream” to a world of billions professing loud, our future is
needy because survival was, an is, are only choice.
Countless years, waiting for a dream, my Nana, my Great Aunts, my Grand Mother, Big Momma,
Moms, my Uncles, my Fathers, my Grandfathers, my Church, my Congregation, my
Block, my Hood, my Corner, my Friends, my Brothers, my Sista’s, my Seeds, my
Legacy on the Back of Church’s burned to the ground, freedom March’s
whereby dogs where released into crowds, from the great ternary of the
Klu Klux Klan, to a Nations of bigots that only embraced like skin,
from the graves of those that died with tears in their eyes, to the
children of former preachers who tongues where silence from fear for
there lives.
I watch as you, the dawn of a new era with his first
syllable I’m pumped! no other feeling like it in the world, an all
around I watch tears flow an flow everything seems surreal, I’ve been
excused of being a poet today this poet was speechless I know how they
felt back in the day this feeling right now I just don’t want to
end………….I have my fear I have my doubts like a lot of color are
holding deep within but when I think about the big picture just like
anything else we do, once there is one there always be many
more……………………Proud to Be American Mon what a
feeling!!!!!!!!!