We're all remembered the beating, insults, hatred
About nobody working in the fields.
Not sitting at the same table
With the ones who felt they were invincible.
Even though when that un-civilization was over,
Park was Sitting
King was speeching
Malcolm was the shield
Kennedy was signing
But none of that success at the time.
There was still Black and White
Still N and C words
And now it is a slave at the table.
Eating the same food They use to eat
Laughing with them with open hands
Believing in Change and Hope
To flower the heart of people with three words
"Yes, We Can"
Is it weird?
2 comments:
Your poem Aurelie is so vivid. I love it. Great job!!
Nice blog post Aurelie. I love the way you organized this poem . and i feel the feeling in the poem.
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