A Change Forever

Sound the horns, bring out the champagne....It's a golden day!
that will live far beyond my life! This is a resounding time where the world celebrates
with the United States of America, a Victory for CHANGE!

Fruition of Martin Luther Kings dream, on the steps of manifestation!
Tears come easy these days, thinking of the change
that will occur for children who once wandered aimlessly amidst the advantaged.
I am glued to each democratic word spoken, overwhelmed with happiness
for today the apron strings of racism can finally be severed !
Let the healing begin, with the hope repaired!

It won't be quick or easy fix! With an intelligent leader at the helm, compassion in the wind, there is much to look forward to!
All the best America, you've done yourself proud!

There is a difference

She was my best friend

When I was three,

I thought she had a really good tan,

But she didn’t

Her brother, a runner

Broke seven world records

Received two gold medals

He was different

But I didn’t notice

When I was five, we moved.

In the new house

Four framed prints

of ethnic children

Hung on the wall

behind the couch in the basement

No one else had pictures like ours

They were different

But I didn’t notice

When I was a teen

There was a lot of political unrest

People protesting

Riots on T.V,

Soon life was different

But I didn’t notice

I still sang along

To my dads Harry Belafonte,

and Nat King Cole records

instead of The Rolling Stones

and Black Sabath

I was different

Everyone noticed

I grew up

For a long while

I had Besse Pease Guttman art

In every room of my house

Then, one day

I woke up

I wanted to find art

In the image of my childhood friend

I searched and searched my city

for miles around

Still I found nothing

Except distortions,

and cartoons

So I settled for a few

Cherubs

Found in a department store

during Christmas

It made me so sad

Children

Enduring images of others

None they could relate to

I continued my search

I walked by

three crumpled up Velvets

for five dollars each

At the flea market

Again

I didn't notice

But my daughter did

They were different

no one wanted them

To me

equivalent to gold!

I cherish them

Finally

things are different

After today

Hopefully

Seeds of change will blossom

I WILL notice

Hopefully now

I will always

be able to easily find

Black angels

Read Running Uphill by Fil Fraser here

A documentary on a man who should have been alive today!