Friday, January 30, 2009
Dark hands reach out to me
Fingernails
Caked with the earth
I pull away
That's what Daddy would want
These terrifying figures
Moan
Shriek
In pain with the crack of the whip
A light shines
Dark faces with tear stained cheeks
Built in grimaces
Chin up to the world
Dark hands reach out to me
I grab them all at once
Malcom X, Dr. King, Rosa Parks, Harriet Tubman
But it's too late
They have made it without me
Strong willed
Strong spirited
I rejoice until I hear that word
An utterance heard around America
Coming from the mouths of not only southerners
but all over
Even those dark faces
Maybe I can help after all
Maybe
Maybe
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