My Ancestor's Plea
How could I speak if it were not for my soulful, god-fearing angel/ancestors choosing not to be silenced by a roar of Jim Crow laws just because their skin was mud colored deep. How could I speak if my tounge never spoke. How could I stand if my ancestors never fought, because they believed in me. How could I stand if I never rose. How could I be allowed to sit where ever I please if Rosa Parks didn't sit in the front of the bus because she was at her wits end. How could I travel if I never trotted on a journey.This was my ancestor's plea,"For heaven sake save the children before they're is another burning". How could I dream if Martin Luther King Jr. wouldn't have revealed his plan for racial equality. How could I have a dream if I never believed. How could I change if Obama never fought against adversity to become the USA's first black president. How could I change if I rather remain the same.God's children sang,"How could I speak if my tounge never spoke, how could I stand if I never rose, how could I travel if I never trotted on a journey, how could I dream if I never believed, how could I change if I rather remain the same." This was my ancestor's plea,"For heaven sake save the children before they repeat their history."
-by Jori Wright