Yesterday was a day of difference,
as our church was burned to the ground
We all only have little, but sacrificed,
Until that day – they took our hopes far far away …
My momma said that the doors will always be open for me –
my sights saw of no such glory
But sights change our thoughts
As I have only known – being a different color,
is not the precious original gift …
as many have taught me to believe.
All my teachings are merely
struggle, hardships and grief …
Through time, I waited for that door to swing open,
but no such joy was stricken upon me.
And to foresee, my dreams were null now –
I still served my children with this great speech …
Just in hope that someday it will be true …
And, forsake, that day came forth slowly
with stride and past aggression.
Yes, my tears rippled down my cheek
as my sweet granddaughter was the acceptance.
And now I may say …
Pride is the beginning of destruction,
until we all look and see
what is right and wrong …
… and then realize, the years of our mistakes –
our ancestors rigid memories.