A wise man once said to me:
Imagine the world where the black man could stand, head high
truly believing that as long as he drew breath
he had the potential to change the very foundation
of his existence.
Imagine the dawn where the black babe could awake
from an undisturbed slumber
Within a dwelling that was just as pure as her innocent heart.
Without the curiosity of what the word “father” meant.
Imagine the dusk where the black girl could dream,
Knowing that she was created with honest love.
Knowing that she is honestly beautiful.
Imagine the night where the black boy could walk, worry-less
of those who wish to destroy him, his unborn dreams, and what he represents.
For that black boy, though individual, represents the very soul of his people.
I want not to change my brothers or sisters passions
but only to alter their way of perceiving life
To the point where impossible seems probable
where unattainable is achievable
and where triumph is foreseeable
For once they do, we can only imagine that glorious day where we all
shall be truly free.