Your Fallen Cry
You're walking a tightrope,
unafraid to fall ... having no safety net
to catch you at all
Still, you're not afraid of falling to your demise
Such a dangerous high wire act,
balancing dying to show the truth
with living a lie
Black woman
1834
You got the right skin tone;
passing for white
will open the door,
and allow you to get off your knees
scrubbing floors
Your intellect possesses so much more
Right now you're in the middle
of a swaying tightrope
And there's no turning back
once you reach the other side
to the forbidden life
Your black night will fade into white daylight
That runaway slave thought to be dead,
will resurrect as a free woman instead,
with a price no longer on her head
You thank God for helping you
cross the tightrope,
and taste sweet freedom on the other side of hope
At night you shed tears,
thinking of the loved ones you left behind
But they had always urged you to go
chase freedom
Their wisdom often strengthened you:
they said not all black berries remain on the branch,
some fall to the earth free
And the wind blows their seed to another place,
and there up sprouts a new tree
That always comforted you at night,
when tears would stream from your eye
With a heavy heart looking to heaven,
the cool night air lifting your fallen cry
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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