Marked With His X

amid shackles and ropes with fire burning hatred into eyes a child stood without understanding seeing tears wet on mama's cheeks and papa's goodness spread hatefully upon tracks displayed as flags of their righteousness worth descended into slavery of white opinions placed on heads bleeding into superiority expressed in violence he grew to become the hate that hate produced with a fierce determination to offer freedom for all peoples who suffered at the hands of racist oppressors by any means necessary became the creed adopted from years of watching whites cover their crimes with veiled innocence what is not given freely must be demanded for to suffer in silence is complicity to accept is stupidity to do nothing is cowardice and he was none of these no one race is divine only God is thus and so he stood, tall against all those who deemed him unworthy taking his seat at the table of humanity demanding to be fed as all humans have an inalienable right to demanding that truth be served on large platters for the world to consume for where there is truth lies can not hide and hope is born into minds and hearts in his life he struggled to find that light but in time he stepped into it basking in its glow ready to shine enlightenment on a world still shadowed in hate's darkness but he would pay the price for dreams with his life yet the price was never too high for the dream lived on and thrived giving birth to a future that he marked with his X...