Color of Skin

Today we celebrate and cheer.
We all scream today a new era begins.
But wait and ask ourselves has the past really come to an end.
Are we cheering because hope is on the rise?
Or are we cheering just because the color of the man.
and if the latter the dream has yet to come.
Because we did not elect because of content of his charter
most of us voted just because the color of his skin.
Those who are Caucasian mostly voted because it is now
fashionable to be liberal, and us who are black vote mainly
because of the color of his skin.
So as you're cheering saying the dream has come true
understand in order for the dream to be true we all
must see past the color of our own skin.

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Just Another Black Child In The Ghetto

Cerdic a 7 year old boy got killed last night
but no one seems to care he is just another black child in the ghetto.
Janet 6 she got raped by one of the men her mom had her call uncle
but once again nobody cares just another black child in the ghetto.
Ahmid, can barely read and write and he's 13
but you know who cares he's just another black child in the ghetto.
Cyndi about to be a mother and she just a child of 15 herself
but she'll blend in with the others just another black child in the ghetto.
It is time for us to pay attention to the Cedric's, Janet's, Ahmid's and Cyndi’s so the children know of the ghetto that they are more than just another black child in the ghetto.

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Handicap Access

I have often been told, when I get to heaven I won't need my
wheelchair. That got me a wondering. If it's true that God don't
make mistakes, and He created me with s disability, then why won't
I need my wheelchair when I get to heaven? If I'm not a mistake
then there's nothing God needs to do to heal me. I have heard there's
a stairway to heaven, and my faith let's me believe that heaven
also got handicap access. Furthermore, I'm not worry whether or not
heaven's got handicap access. I just hope to get their when I pass
on. I was born with this disability and I'm going to die with it.
And if God allows me into heaven I have faith that the pearly gates
got handicap access.

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Not Wheelchair Accessible

I have something to say but no one will hear it because I can’t get in.
The place to speak is not wheelchair accessible.
My whole life I have been on the outside looking in.
Because most business owners brains are not wheelchair accessible.
When I’m on the street corner just waiting for bus some one walks up and hands me a dollar because they think I’m begging another mind that is not wheelchair accessible.
I know most people have to look down to see me, but they don’t need to look down on me. A person who is unable to see past the physical is a person who will never see that I’m not the one with the disability they are. Do you hear me or are you not wheelchair accessible.

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If I Could Walk a Million Miles

If I could walk a million miles where would I begin my journey?
I would probably begin my Journey with a talk With God.
I would ask him why he made my legs unable to walk.
Then after my talk with God I’d walk a few more miles until I came upon my mother.
I stop and ask her is it because of my disability you treated me like I’m not one of your children.
Now after my mother denies that she doesn’t do such a thing; I’d continue my journey of a million miles.
Now at the end of my journey when I have walked a million miles before I rest I hope that while walking
these million miles that in some of the steps I took my footprints left an impression behind.
If I could walk a million miles

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Perfect 10

Look at you girl you are a perfect 10;
all your curves in the right place.
Smile perfectly fit your face.
and you got brains too.
Girl you are the full package.
Nothing needs to be taking away or added
you are a perfect 10.
Girl just to let you know to me a perfect ten
is not measured in shape or size.
I measure a perfect ten with what a woman has inside.
And if inside you are proud of your own self worth
because that's all that really counts in the end.
Then you what girl, you are a perfect 10.

Note: I dedicate this to all women young and older to let them know they don't have to look like a model in a magazine to be a perfect 10. We are all God's creation and beautiful in our own way.

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On Their Feet

My feet walk on soil where my ancestors blood, sweat and tears where shed.

Blood from the lashes on their backs that was put there by a cold wet whip all because they fought to be free.

Sweat that dripped from their brows from the hard work they did to help build this country we call America.

Tears that was cried so many nights they could fill a river with their sorrow.

But even after all that they did not crawl upon their knees or slide upon their bellies.

Their faith gave them hope for a brighter future for all those who would come after them. People such as Rosa Parks, Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X and even me, and because of this faith no matter what they always stood upon their feet.

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What will you Remember

As the red white and blue wave through the air on Memorial Day what will you remember. Will you remember just the towers falling on September 11,2001 and all the hundreds of lives lost but as you remember them don’t forget four thousand plus coffins that has come home with the red white and blue draped upon all in the name of justice. Will you remember the hundreds of families in America that has been torn apart because of September 11 and if you do don’t forget there are just as many Iraq Families torn apart because of this war on terrorism. When I wake up tomorrow morning on Memorial Day you know what I going to try to remember a world were war is not the answers but forgiveness that brings peace.

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Too Dark

When I was growing up I used to be ashamed of my complexion.
I used to think I was too dark.

My brother was so light he could nearly pass as white. My sister was that cream in the coffee color just like my mother and my father but me I was the midnight child too dark.

Kids used to call me spook and gorilla because of my dark skin. They would say if the lights go out the only way I could be found was to grin. I was too dark.

Too dark is what I thought until I heard James Brown scream “say it loud I’m black and I’m proud.” I also saw the ladies start to smile at me and claim “the darker the berry the sweeter the juice.”

I ‘m now proud of my complexion and no more do I think I’m too dark.

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Scares

I got a million scares that can’t be seen.
Well they can at night when I sleep.
These scares are the nightmares that I dream.
Nightmares of a childhood that was far from perfect.
One of scares is the voice of my own mother’s words that hurt.
Burden, useless and cripple she called me.
All because I was born with Cerebral Palsy.
I have other scares that cut just as deep.
Like the distance between me and my daddy.
How to people live in the same house and barely speak?
It was as if no matter what I said he just did not hear me.
Some times my scares feel so fresh I try to dull the pain with alcohol;
which is now becoming its’ own scare.
Well, I’m done bitching because I know you too have your own
scares.

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