Dr. Maya Angelou once penned
And it’s worth repeating it again:
“I am the Dream and the Hope of the Slave”
Reimagined and Rising from the slave ship’s bough
Formed and Visioned in the Here and Now
I am told that I’ve been waited for
Centuries of tears, a weighted Score
Kept by the Ancestors who came before
Invisible Brown Hands guide me through misty cloud
Instilling Memories of Rebellious Resilience Backbone Proud
I am the Gift of the Ones who wept and prayed
Fleshed Breath in Anthem Sweet: A Hallelujah Chorus of Better Days