I marched
Because
My Freedom was
A bastardized entity.
Because...
A contemptuous America
Made a slaughter of
My dignity.
I marched because
My flesh
Had become
The food of rabid beasts.
I marched because
Men who looked
Like me
Hung on nooses…
Strung from poplar trees.
I marched because
Injustice had become
The rule…
And I marched because
The Constitution
Had run out of
Excuses.
I marched
Because the klan carried
Crooked crosses,
And this country stood by
As we counted
Our losses.
I marched
Because my weary soul
Ached for the balm of
Righteous. I marched because
The swift boot of
Cruelty kept
Trampling upon
My spirit.
I marched because
A King
Whispered softly…
And my distressed
Humanity could
Hear it.
I marched because
My worthiness was
Shunned. I marched because
A Change
Had to come.
I marched because
A man named
Martin came to
Realign my spine,
And re-ignited
My flame…
And I marched
For me, and
My ancestors,
In Freedom's name.
I marched
And my flame
Sustained the jets
Of water hoses.
I marched
Against the fury of
Those voices
Screaming "NO!"
I marched and
I marched, because
The dictates of
Righteousness
Told me so…
Happy Birthday Dr. King... because of YOU, the flame grows Taller!
Snatch JOY with Freedom's Grip!
** It seems that mere days before Barack Obama takes the office of President of United States, a part of the dream for freedom and equality has finally been realized. Somewhere, I just know Martin must be smiling.
One Love.
