Black Power by JD Daley

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy. – Martin Luther King Jr.

What’s wrong with me

that I sit here,

dreaming

of this life ever slipping beyond my reach

It started on drums

it started with songs

that echoed with the cries of things past

things survived

things tried

and things preached.

See I, sometimes put on cloths

flashy cars

with flashy goals

does it matter

I suppose

But as I smile and run my plans to be the visions Martin Luther penned

I get pulled back with claws that turns dreams into the things that pretenders reap.

we say its over

its no more

we say its gone

its out the door

and then we walk with our heads high

until we turn down streets filled with red

of black children laying there dead

and we remember things our mama said

that we were small

and we were weak

with chains stuck to our feet.

What price was paid…

how do I end the charade of proverbial truths spoken in white suits to claim our palpable freedom.

A call to action.

We brake invisible chains

we declare we are heirs

We stand tall and we stand strong

united as one

with our hands in the air

shouting

Black lives matter, we all care

 

 

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