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.
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