Tuesday #poem Able... and ready to believe. As I sit and watch transient sunsets fade behind the fatigue skyline of a city, I remember the once proud façade of progress; the many years dedicated blending minds and educating hearts to become one focus and join hands in the togetherness of equality. Before I was born there were many men and women of different shades able to defeat the freedoms of hatred despite continuously being knocked off their feet. Before I was given a purpose in this world there were survivors able to find the strength of recognition founded on these same beaten down streets. Before I knew how to cry there were many tears able to reconcile with faith as they strived to sacrifice their own blood for a better tomorrow that has become today. Before I had dreams there were dreams out there able to achieve and willing to try again and again to redefine a skin that remains smooth with scarred memories of shackled expression. As I sit and listen to a night sky whine through the shadows of history I hear the voices of today echo through abandoned alleyways and shout above the steady pollution of sirens ready for a solution. So many out there are willing and able to breathe growth again and build a society temporarily in digression/ through the eyes of progression there is a brighter future and we all must be ready and able to believe. © 2012 Tarringo T. Vaughan #nationalpoetrymonth
Posted on: Tue, 08 Apr 2014 21:34:42 +0000
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