This poem was first composed in October of 2009, on the brink of another historical election my talented sister (who promises to sue me if I mention her unfavorably) and I collaborated to create this poem in order to capture our feelings. Nearly 8 years after, I am asking my self the same questions I asked myself then.
Standing high on that stage
Full attention, bright lights
hoping you don’t forget to look back to see what’s right
Stage was kind of high
Needed hands raised, to lift you up
Now those same hands are out
I truly hope you don’t mess up.
Hoping clouds don’t choke that light
Praying good can concur evil
Hoping that pawn don’t take that knight
Because that would make you,
gave you the chance to carry the flag
that will always bear my name
don’t drop it, don’t lose it, don’t take it, don’t use it…for bad
because those same hands that can lift you, can always pull you back.
Now’s the time to pick up pace, it’s not about the race, I warn you only because I still have faith.
Don’t let the camera’s blind you. Don’t let the mic overtake your words.
Last year you screamed your dreams.
We listened, we thought, we heard…something different.
Hoped for something different.
So now that you are so high, can you still listen?
Can you still hear? The cries of the common man…or girl.
Can you hear the common Bre?
One out of the billions, do you remember what you promised me?
Change. This world needs to switch up like a bright light.
We knew we needed change. That’s why we chose the black knight, although a rookie.
I’m tired of hearing just words. So I am pressing mute on my tv.
But still watching, waiting, hoping, pacing.
Can two ears hear the words of billions of voices of the common man?
Can one man change fifty states?
I warn you while I still have faith.
Yes you still can.