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,
of this life ever slipping beyond my reach
It started on drums
it started with songs
that echoed with the cries of things past
and things preached.
See I, sometimes put on cloths
with flashy goals
does it matter
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
Black lives matter, we all care