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!
