No one knewWhen he grew
He’d choose
He’d muse
He’d win
He’d lose
But he’d get right up
He felt
He knelt
A few blows
He was dealt
And barriers
He’d melt
No one knew
He was just one
Of a few
But the first
For us
Of a darker hue
A day of rejoicing
Triumph leaps
And it runs
A man became President
Who's the color of my sons.


8 testimonies:
Such great words!
Thanks, D! I need to stop by your 'kitchen' and see what's on the menu!
you are such a word smith.. I love the way it flowed out of my mouth...
Aww...thanks, Sandy! I think I got the photo from your blog...so thanks for that, too!
great poem ma
Thanks, J...we need to catch up.
How beautiful. I was very excited Election night.
(jumped over here from Alana's, by the way...)
Hi Monica!
Welcome from Alana's spot...good to have you visit!
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