As I sit and watch transient sunsets fade
behind the fatigue skyline of a city, I remember the once proud
façade of progress; the many years dedicated blending minds
and educating hearts to become one focus and join hands
in the togetherness of equality. Before I was born there were many
men and women of different shades able to defeat
the freedoms of hatred despite continuously being
knocked off their feet. Before I was given a purpose
in this world there were survivors able to find the strength
of recognition founded on these same beaten down streets.
Before I knew how to cry there were many tears able
to reconcile with faith as they strived to sacrifice
their own blood for a better tomorrow that has become
today. Before I had dreams there were dreams out there able
to achieve and willing to try again and again to redefine
a skin that remains smooth with scarred memories
of shackled expression. As I sit and listen to a night sky
whine through the shadows of history I hear the voices of today
echo through abandoned alleyways and shout above the steady
pollution of sirens ready for a solution. So many out there
are willing and able to breathe growth again and build
a society temporarily in digression/
through the eyes of progression
there is a brighter future and we all must be ready and able
to believe.
© 2012
Tarringo T. Vaughan