ON THAT MORNING, WE'LL BE ALRIGHT...
(Inspired by Mary Mary's IN THE MORNING) by William Fredrick Cooper
(Written July 3rd, 2008)
On that Wednesday morning in November, we'll be alright. On that morning, the skies will bleed a victorious blue. On that morning, they'll be no clouds blocking what's rightfully ours. The sun will illuminating a heritage with warmth like no other time in history, tears of joy will be shed from graves of slaves who died for our freedom, activists who endured the hoses, brutal lynch mobs and assassinations, and every single discrimination because of skin pigmentation. Heck, even Clarence Thomas will be forgiven for his subjectivity, and Jesse Jackson will be pardoned for his momentary lapse, and realize that he too played a significant part in laying the foundation for a bridge once thought of as inconceivable.
(It's all linked, Reverend. Don't fall for the Wright Gag.)
Years ago, a drop of water had more of a chance in hell than the tantalizing change before us. However on that Wednesday morning in November, Barack Obama will complete the ambition of every person of color in terms of human endeavor. The marathon race for mankind will see him enter the stadium, run that victory lap with his queen Michelle, and finally complete the race that began in chains before the Mayflower.
On That Morning, We'll be alright.
But until then...Buckle all seatbelts in a secure fashion and fortify yourselves with armor for our future First Family. As the picture above indicates, we're in for a dogfight for those remaining acres. We're about to see the whole ball of wax in all its fury. Some of the nonsense will be blatant (Again, See Above), some of it forged from tech savvy, others testing our intelligence and common sense. My advice? See it for what it is, and pray that a country wanting change in all its sincerity will follow suit.
Check it.. This one's not about the interests of a twisted logic called white supremacy, which, by the way, is dressed in many disguises (CNN and FOX-TV pundits, Political games, and periodical covers). This one's about change, one craved for and spoken in many ways throughout time. Singers came in song, poets and writers in their dreams, sculptors, painters and designers in their interpretation of beauty and awe, and scholars with blistering truths.
All were met with doors slammed in their faces.
On that Wednesday morning, however, it'll be no more. No more outcries of agonizing despairs over what can't be done, no more empty dreams for children of color hoping they can be. They will be, because our Prince and his voters sang in unison YES WE CAN. On That Morning, we'll be alright, because the race will have been completed with a village standing tall like the kings, queens and priests of a land far away in place and time, people of strength that built pyramids of clay with their bare hands.
But until then, we must remember that strength as much for Barack Obama as ourselves. We must remember that our village has forgotten about more unfair hardships than many races ever knew. With no signs of hesitance, timidity or intimidation, our strength must remain as cool as the other side of a pillow, yet blazing like a summer afternoon in August. It will carry us through this journey of grinding times, for on that November morning when we awaken to no clouds of cynicism in our sky, we'll know that everything's Kool and The Gang.
Everything will be alright, actually- wink.
(Inspired by Mary Mary's IN THE MORNING) by William Fredrick Cooper
(Written July 3rd, 2008)
On that Wednesday morning in November, we'll be alright. On that morning, the skies will bleed a victorious blue. On that morning, they'll be no clouds blocking what's rightfully ours. The sun will illuminating a heritage with warmth like no other time in history, tears of joy will be shed from graves of slaves who died for our freedom, activists who endured the hoses, brutal lynch mobs and assassinations, and every single discrimination because of skin pigmentation. Heck, even Clarence Thomas will be forgiven for his subjectivity, and Jesse Jackson will be pardoned for his momentary lapse, and realize that he too played a significant part in laying the foundation for a bridge once thought of as inconceivable.
(It's all linked, Reverend. Don't fall for the Wright Gag.)
Years ago, a drop of water had more of a chance in hell than the tantalizing change before us. However on that Wednesday morning in November, Barack Obama will complete the ambition of every person of color in terms of human endeavor. The marathon race for mankind will see him enter the stadium, run that victory lap with his queen Michelle, and finally complete the race that began in chains before the Mayflower.
On That Morning, We'll be alright.
But until then...Buckle all seatbelts in a secure fashion and fortify yourselves with armor for our future First Family. As the picture above indicates, we're in for a dogfight for those remaining acres. We're about to see the whole ball of wax in all its fury. Some of the nonsense will be blatant (Again, See Above), some of it forged from tech savvy, others testing our intelligence and common sense. My advice? See it for what it is, and pray that a country wanting change in all its sincerity will follow suit.
Check it.. This one's not about the interests of a twisted logic called white supremacy, which, by the way, is dressed in many disguises (CNN and FOX-TV pundits, Political games, and periodical covers). This one's about change, one craved for and spoken in many ways throughout time. Singers came in song, poets and writers in their dreams, sculptors, painters and designers in their interpretation of beauty and awe, and scholars with blistering truths.
All were met with doors slammed in their faces.
On that Wednesday morning, however, it'll be no more. No more outcries of agonizing despairs over what can't be done, no more empty dreams for children of color hoping they can be. They will be, because our Prince and his voters sang in unison YES WE CAN. On That Morning, we'll be alright, because the race will have been completed with a village standing tall like the kings, queens and priests of a land far away in place and time, people of strength that built pyramids of clay with their bare hands.
But until then, we must remember that strength as much for Barack Obama as ourselves. We must remember that our village has forgotten about more unfair hardships than many races ever knew. With no signs of hesitance, timidity or intimidation, our strength must remain as cool as the other side of a pillow, yet blazing like a summer afternoon in August. It will carry us through this journey of grinding times, for on that November morning when we awaken to no clouds of cynicism in our sky, we'll know that everything's Kool and The Gang.
Everything will be alright, actually- wink.
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