Mr. President
It took me a while to finally let these words ooze from my soul,
I still could not quite express how truly-deeply esteemed I was
To see him walk across that stage,
Take that oath,
Dance that dance,
And smile that smile,
Mr. President Barack Obama...
I replay in my head images of marches, sit-ins, stand-ups,
Beatings, hosings, lynchings, maulings, burnings,
Crosses, lunch counters, bus seats, bathrooms,
My God, my God, my God...
My grandma, and her mother, and her mother's mother,
Their struggles and pains
And finally I can say
President Obama.
I want to cry but the tears are so deep
in my soul,
All I can do is exhale and be moved to total and complete
silence...
Judged not by the color of his skin, buy by the content of his character...
Mr. President Obama.
And now the me I see says there is no reason to not overcome
a struggle,
And the you I see says you can make it through anything,
Life's rough sometimes,
But I'm tough sometimes...
And you proved that Mr. President Obama.
This country is now my country
This land is now my land,
The red, white and blue is for me and you
Mr. President Obama.
Take no pride if you vow to make no change,
Don't raise your fist,
Don't chant the name,
Our people worked so hard,
The time finally came,
Obammmaaaaa! Mr. President.
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