I am…
struggling.
I wonder what fruit the struggle will bear.
I hear the drums from the Motherland calling to me,
and they ask, when will you answer?
I see too many people look the other way.
I am…
unknown.
I pretend that no one will ever allow “strange fruit” to be produced.
I feel blessed that my ancestors have given me the quality of life that I have.
I touch everyone that I can.
I worry that on a day of selfishness,
I may miss someone I could have helped.
I cry when I see babies not being loved.
I am…
a rough cut.
I understand that I must stay true to myself.
I say the words “strength,” “discipline,” and “love”
“strength,” “discipline,” and “love”
“strength,” “discipline,” and “love”
“strength,” “discipline,” and “love”
“strength,” “discipline,” and “love”
…every morning.
I dream of tolerance.
I try to live my dream.
I hope others will take on major roles,
in the acting out of my dream.
I am…
unfinished.
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