POEMS

The road from selma stretches for millions of miles it seems
Rain pouring dow like hot lead bullets falling from these emasculate shrouds covering anything of light
Still we walk, for hours on end not only to reach for rights we deserve but to demand them
Silhouettes of the white man yelling phrases that explode through out bodies like the smoke rushing through the air caused by all of this clutter

Run forest run
No more time for fun
A year of torment
Now give it your 100 percent

Let us be happy
Let us raise a family that will not turn to discriminate
Let us have a voice in our nation
Let us experience what our husbands, brothers and fathers have experienced
Let us walk the streets knowing our thoughts are heard
Let us be free

Double doors opening with a fluid side slowing a white mans footsteps hit the ground like an earthquake
Walking back into a vehicle of several individuals
Sweat falling down her legs like tears ripping gout of a mournful face
A simple answer to a question that would ignite a revolution
Eyes turned in shock as one stood for what was right
“Get to the back of the bus”
Silence filled the bus, the tension could be cut open with a knife
An answer that would kickstart a movement of the century
“No”

For all the work I’ve done
I receive credit for none
I have worked hard to get where I am
But I’m still stuck from where I began
With someone taking my work
They are no other word but a jerk
Stealing is a crime
I will make you pay the time