PAD Challenge Day 26: Evolution
PAD
Challenge Day 26: Write a change poem.
Evolution
I
was not born by the river like Sam Cooke.
Contently,
I swam in mother’s womb;
Stayed
in 7 days late,
did
a 360 before I naturally broke out.
Still, I see no changes like 2 Pac.
Minds....plasmas...hearts still running,
behind time on wheels of hope with
a
little prayer that a change is gonna come.
Maybe
the alchemical symbols
will
signify us like the sun.
Maybe
one day, racists will
get a raise in common sense
get a raise in common sense
not
just cents and percents.
Maybe
one night,
my people will
my people will
sleep
in peace knowing
a
phoenix is waiting outside.
And
a black butterfly will
make them believe,
not make-believe,
make them believe,
not make-believe,
that we are coons in political cocoons.
Maybe
a moon will be lit,
in
memory of our ancestors,
illustrating the phases of
why
we are still young, gifted, and black.
Maybe the mathematical formulas for
inequality, injustice and inequity
inequality, injustice and inequity
will subtract blacks, just to
add us back to the sum of civilization.
Maybe we'll all function
without derivatives and differentials.
Maybe
justice for all will
apply
to blacks beyond
the
little words in black.
Maybe
a change is gonna come
like
winter before spring,
and summer
before fall.
D’ElegantOne
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