Civil Rights fight is where the need for freedom began
An end
Society says Race once again
Thrown in the face
The upward battle
No settle
The Blockade
No sitting in darkness under a shade
No hidden words
Having a mind to excel
The need to prove
Inspired and determined to move
Don’t need permission
Created from above
Freedom to think of
Society doesn’t want races to interrelate
There is a purpose to associate
The look of hate
No appreciate
Forefathers fought then and legacy continues in protest
Rebel ringing through the air
Society doesn’t care nor are fair
By any means necessary
Shout and speak making awareness as an outcry
No stand by
Freedom is a must to try
Look hatred in the eye
I am the who and not the why
Can’t be silent because I shouldn’t
Determined with desired words
The need to be heard
Look at me and see
My own means necessary
The theory with a story
Freedom will be my glory.
One two,
each story has styles that glue
Three four,
no struggle listening to the core
Five six,
tales of awesome mix
Seven eight,
in between, songs interrelate
Nine ten,
no miss will you jot with pen
Eleven twelve, African folktales under the moon awesomely delve
One three,
gather under the tree
Two four,
sit comfortably on the floor
Five seven,
hope to hear from heaven
Six eight,
open your minds as the elders voice dictate
Nine eleven,
not only for fun, do catch up the leaven
Ten twelve,
morals are easily dish out to shelve
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® Olábòsóyè Wèmímó Oláolúwá
Many times I stood idle and silent
on this same shore at dawn,
staring out at the unreacheable horizon
torn by a disheartned feeling;
and in spite of discouragement
its distance became more real!
When nights were blurry
and the appearance of stars
was so impossibly remote...
to make me aimlessly grope:
the growth of doubt relied on instincts,
to let darkness uncover that mystery!
To reach that horizon,
possibility needs to be reconsidered
to let this undecided spirit venture and
take me from this dark shore
to the blueness of another sky;
to reach that horizon...
courage must surpass fear,
and my perception must be clear...
foreseeing the events that will follow
without interfering or asking why!
Many nights I sat on the edge
of the foaming rocks,
trying to get a step closer
to those intangible stars...
always intercepting my message
and making wait me like before!
To reach that horizon,
I should stimulate the interest
of all the introvert stars;
to interrelate and be heard!
To reach that horizon...
I should demand their confidence,
not be hesitant or fightened
into telling me the stark truth!
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