Hatred.
Bigotry.
Ignorance.
Exploitation.
Manipulation.
Discrimination.
Underestimation...
They've taken their toll.
But during the last decade-plus,
Disengagement has served me well.
In bowing out, I've kept my cool and fortified my heart.
I've kept my head down, my mouth shut.
And I've listened.
Wondered.
Waited.
Tell me, he asks. 2
Why should it be my loneliness,Why should it be my song,Why should it be my dream
deferredoverlong?
On the pulse of a cool morning, draped in a long black coat, she responds. 3
History, despite its wrenching pain,Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes uponThe day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Twenty-eight years later, a young woman in bright yellow climbs the same stage and commands the world's attention. 4
The new dawn blooms as we free itFor there is always light,if only we're brave enough to see itIf only we're brave enough to be it
Bated breath. Purple coat.
A dream fulfilled, she takes an oath.
An application. A resignation.
Light remains. Exhalation.
As one life ends, a second begins.
A new hope dawns,
Love wins.
And I’m done
keeping
quiet.
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1. King Solomon. Proverbs 13:12. ~950 BC.
2. Hughes, Langston. "Tell me." 1951.
3. Angelou, Maya. "On the pulse of morning." 1993.
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