cries were heard,
blood wasn’t shed,
and sweat was cleared.
air was fresh,
lands were vast,
and smiles weren’t green.
betrayal wasn’t norm,
windows weren’t fragile
and happiness was free.
Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! 🙂
I am not your stressball.
I am not your punching bag.
If I had arrows of fire,
I would bullseye them into your heart
Then you’ll understand the power of words.
There’ve been many before myself.
Brave women who decided they would not allow themselves
To be pushed around.
However, it is me
They call me a heroine.
A term I do not deserve more the others.
‘That’s the lady who dared’
I hear my name in whispers around corners,
As people squeeze themselves in small cars,
And take long walks to workplaces and schools.
I have never felt more overwhelmed.
To see a community stand tall, strong and proud as one
regardless of colour?
There should not be glory in standing up for oneself.
However, if it is what shall move the nation,
I shall gladly allow it.
For the right to speak one’s mind, should be a right for all.
The fire has been lit and it shall keep burning.
We shan’t stop
Until we can all walk hand in hand, as one
And sit side by side, as one.
In remembrance of the Montgomery Bus Boycott that began on 1st December 1955 (-1956) after the arrest of Rosa Parks that very day.
via Pen VS Bullets
Let us not repeat our mistakes.
How does the poem speak to you? I would love to hear your take 🙂
Throw it in the sky,
Let the flames catch it,
Caress it, smoke it,
Let it burn,
Burn with all the pain it’s caused.