If you only read part of this wonderful poem today, read the last stanza. It was not written for this election, but the words are just as powerful.
COME WEDNESDAY
Hasan Davis
Come Wednesday
I will kiss my partner good morning,
Turn on the hallway lights
Then, wake my kids for school.
Come Wednesday
I will return to my unfinished Tuesday work on behalf of all children and families in America.
Come Wednesday
My America will not have fallen into chaos, even if my candidates did not win the seats of power.
Come Wednesday
I will accept the election of new leaders
As a statement from those who chose to be heard.
But, I will not accept their election as a raging scream
Powerful enough to drown out the voices and rights of all the "other" Americans
Because my America is greater than
The rhetoric of fear that spews
Uncorked from all orifices of this political body.
And my America is stronger than these identity politics seeking every nook and cranny of human difference
Desperate to widen the gaps within U.S.
Come Wednesday
I will walk another mile with people
Who do not look like me.
Come Wednesday
I will discuss our future potential with people
Who do not talk like me.
Come Wednesday
I will choose to offer an affirming hug or strong supporting hand
To anyone who may have need of them,
Even if they never imagined we could stand taller together.
Come Wednesday
I will still be an American from the South.
Come Wednesday
I will still be an American of African descent.
Come Wednesday
I will still be a proud American who has:
Meditated with Buddha,
Fasted with Allah,
Lit candles with Yahweh, and
Prayed with God
And I will never feel
an imposter,
or betrayer,
or fool for doing so.
So, Come Wednesday
I guess I will keep my own promise of
Making America Greater, again
Just like I have done at the break of every other new day
I have been blessed to meet.
Come Wednesday
I hope you wake with the courage and the grace
To walk another mile with me.
2 comments:
My brain is frazzled and frayed. No, I didn't sleep well last night, and I got up way too early for me. Coherent thoughts escape me...but this poem deeply touches me. I don't know that I can do these things, but I have huge respect for whoever penned this, and whoever and rise to these challenges. I must admit I'm deeply discouraged today. Maybe tomorrow...
See, I told you my brain is frazzled and frayed today...you had it plainly set out who penned this poem. :D
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