"Until I realized it was no ordinary day// It was a day set aside for a King// A dark skinned, eloquent, boundless King"
Ideas run so easily through my head
every week as I think of a new story,
a new perspective to be told and read;
and I thought this week would like any other.
And that the right words would find me.
And I would so easily tell another.
Until I realized it was no ordinary day.
It was a day set aside for a King.
A dark skinned, eloquent, boundless King.
Then I knew I should use my voice,
my God given ability to tell a story.
To write words fit for all Kings looking forward;
looking for a glimmer of his dream.
The words did not come.
The words did not rattle my skull.
The words were not aware.
I poked and prodded for an answer.
And looked deep within my soul.
Still, there was no story I could tell...
Finished with pulling my hair.
And reading the words of others.
I resign myself to this poem.
And realize an undeniable truth:
I am an ignorant white man,
doing things only ignorant white men do.
This poem reminds me that there is much I do not know about the black experience and that I, and many others, have much work to do to make things right.
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