Living Black History

I'm not sure this is the dream Martin had Yet we have moved from the nightmare of what he endured We still have a ways to go, to make that dream come true The one where who I naturally am doesn't have to be relaxed to make others feel ok Where I can shine past the barrier of skin color and just be seen as light The dream that means that diversity is to be celebrated because trying to be anything other than who I am Is robbing this world of experiencing excellence Where the liberty bell isn't a monument but a movement As I move into being who I was created to be it rings out to others beckoning them to do the same And while I live, I carry the weight of the fallen soldiers Not to mourn but to push me to live as fearless as they did Knowing that if they had been given the chance to live they would own it And I can't waste a minute on this earth worrying about who agrees, accepts or approves See Trayvon, Mike, or Eric don't get to breathe this air, but I do Martin and Malcolm don't get to give anymore speeches, but I can No more Rosa's to boycott buses But there is a you, and there is a me And we can soar higher than our ancestors We can live the lives they dreamt about Bridge the gap between possible and impossible We can innovative, and motivate and inspire Every Day MAKE BLACK HISTORY Because who said the History Books had to stop with them.