There was once a man who had a dream.
They killed him for it.
Then they destroyed it.
Once upon a time
Africa was seen as something to fear.
Then the Germans woke up one morning
In the sixteenth century
And decided they were gods.
The German Holy Roman Empire
Was Charlemagne's reward.
For fighting back, the Romans
From their lands
Middle Europe where there is nothing good.
Became the new center of the universe.
They even put the Pope on the run.
He had to move from Rome.
To France to be allowed his own headship
Just like its predecessor
Rome fell in one night they claim.
Internal struggle causing external divisions.
Germany had too many contentions
Sush as having everyone move.
To them cites
And then changing their names
As well where it is hard.
To tell who our ancestors are
Meanwhile the world marched on
England became the center of the universe.
And acquired a Queen.
The Germans shuddered in their shoes.
And went on with their business.
Of breeding camps in Africa
And then in exporting the results.
For a trade agreement with
America the new adventure
With time this failed as well.
Leaving a bunch of people
With no place to live
Nor a place to go home.
No one wants to go back.
After tasting the richness
Of a new land
When the old one is worn out.
Instead, the very ones related.
To the new race became their aggressors
They claimed racism and other things.
But really, they did not want to share.
Freedom and emancipation
Only meant no way out.
Those who headed north.
Would regret it someday.
Those who stayed.
Would not want to say anything.
The rest went to college.
And got an education.
In order to push a mop bucket
Or went to work in factories.
Only a few women
Such as Rosa Parks
Made it to a desk job.
That day she did not want.
To be around her own kind
With her monthly problem
A strike was issued.
Walking to work and groceries.
Seemed normal to the nation.
But it was not so,
Those people had always had.
Transportation of some sort
It was immigrants who did not.
Know there was supposed to be.
Something besides walking all day.
A minister showed up.
And allowed everyone to believe.
He had control of the situation.
He thought he knew himself.
And his people
He did not know.
What others would discover?
Every good man
Has enemies
Inside his own camp
When he told people
He would meet them at the capital.
They bussed themselves.
To Washington DC
And stood and waited.
For his arrival
A million strong they said.
While he gave a life performing speech
His best sermon yet
In front of a crowd of people
With cameras watching them.
Who knew what would happen next?
Desegregation and bussing for schools.
Open job applications
The world was a better place.
But there are always those who.
Don't want to learn or listen.
They just want their way.
All the time.
The modern kids don't understand.
Unless the man is famous
For something
Preferably sports
Or if there is a monogram
On your clothes
They want to appear to have money.
Instead of greed and lack of caring
Too many Queens have caused.
Their man to get put face down.
On the ground until they can no longer
Breathe.
While nothing positive has been done.
Except for the voters being
Given the impression.
They voted themselves.
The first African American male President
When in fact there are so many questions
About the way in which the votes are collected
As well as who votes and how they vote.
The system should have been overhauled.
Decades ago.
The public is no forced to accept.
What the expert media want us
To accept and listen to them.
When things go wrong for them.
Now all the Africans expect.
To be given the rights of others
They don't understand.
Why they can't call a white woman.
Thier mama or grandma
When there is no evidence
Because they want to be paid
For not being white.
The real issues are they want.
To be white as well.
Robbing has replaced raping.
These kids only understand.
To say they own the wallet.
Or the money
And can't get why it is being spent.
By someone else.
They even convince gyms.
To keep using aggressive measures
To discriminate against someone
Because it should be their membership.
Or tell grocery stores.
That it is their food that is being bought
When they are not starving.
They have become the racist
Ones with no sympathy for their victims.
And if someone should be Native American.
Howling begins
Who let the dogs out?
Why are the cats inside?
Other people's homes
And businesses
And gyms and grocery stores?
When white people began
To assume they were the dominate.
Species is interesting since
They claim to be descendants.
Of not Kings and Queens
But monkeys, apes in the forests
That have lots of black hair.
And black skin.
Are you sure you guys know?
What are you saying?
African black Apes
Learned to walk.
And change their skin color?
There are millions of
American Africans who would
Like to know how to do it.
It is sad, to have a man.
Murdered for attempting to bring.
Peace to the entire nation.
The world even as a there are.
Still wars in Africa and genocide
Instead, his legacy is a day and a parade.
Where the children insist
On attacking and demanding they are really white
While the Germans have still not learned a single thing.
My mother is not old school.
But whether stupid.
Her family did not know what happened.
But during World War two
She was taken care of by a variety.
Of others while her parents
We're working or in hospital.
She was never right in the head.
Then she got Dementia
And brain cancer
Destroying her mind
She really did believe.
That redhead came from the devil.
A spot on your soul
Would produce a black skinned child.
She insisted i was black from the day.
I was born.
Accusing a nice Native American family
Of not being good enough for her at all.
She went around telling every idiot.
They were the real little princess.
Pocahontas is not real to her.
Neither were any bodies else's children.
There are over two hundred vicious.
Beasts who just want me not to know
What she told them behind my back
That they are being denied their rights.
I have the right to privacy.
And to normalcy
To not have to remind people.
That my computer is mine
My projects and writings
Are not theirs to be viewed.
To set there as terrorists
Because that is what they are
Little terrors trained to steal.
Information to sell to others.
Introductions to people who don't
Know they have convicts.
Mentally ill ones
Or even disfellowshipped ones
Claiming a relationship
That does not exist anywhere but in their heads.
As a drug addict they don't even know it is wrong
They come in different colors.
Sizes, nationalities and religions
There are so many of them.
To haughty for their own good.
Noen of them are Indian princesses.
Most of them are German illegals.
Or Middle east extremists
White or Black
They are not good people.
My grandmother used to tease.
My mother about her days
As a real reporter
Before they had television bitches
Who sit there doing nothing?
But listening to themselves
She was probably accused of that herself.
Anyway, fights and jazz were big things.
In her day, she would have to be escorted.
To a fight ring or a jazz club
To get an interview
With someone famous or rich
But not of her own background
Scandinavian and Russian
Immigrant parents who lost their homes
To the wars with Germany
She would tell my mother.
That she would hand her to the attendant
To hold while she asked a few questions.
They had cloak or coat attendants.
Restroom attendants who held your personal belongings
Or Bellboys and elevator boys.
It was a different world.
Where people were allowed to live
And work even if it was minimal.
My mother was horrified.
She was just an object handed over!
A spot on her soul,
She would go around asking her mother.
Was she sure she was not black herself?
How did she know they gave her back?
The right baby?
But you were not really there!
It is just a little joke!
"To tell you instead of being at home.
Asleep in your bed so I could work.
You always wanted to be there.
So, I allowed you to believe you were."
When in reality you were not.
How can you carry on so much?
This is one reason we ended up with Jimmy.
My mother's proof that sometimes
They do come out white.
Instead of black
As he is half and half.
When it was her turn
She did not do radio.
Where no one could see.
What was going on?
And she could not prove anything.
But print reporting.
Where she could set things
Down on paper.
She walked up to the yard.
Where the white journalist
Where standing around
Trying to figure out how.
To get an interview
With the new kid on the block
Luther named after the rebel.
Who caused the Reformation?
Just sat on his porch
Watching them knowing
He had the upper hand.
For a moment in time
They needed him to talk.
To them, instead he planned.
A walk on the capital.
My mother swung past.
The television reporters
And the print journalist
And march right up to the porch
Having entered another person's yard.
Without permission
And someone who could not usually
Afford to call the police on her.
He got up as she got to his steps.
Where upon she handed me to him
Sat down, opened her writing tablet.
And proceeded to ask him questions.
He bounced me back and forth.
Looked at the crowd.
Decided to take it like a man.
And sat down.
I was firmly put on the floor.
And nudged back. towards her feet.
Her unwilling feet.
I was accustomed to her abusive
Treatment, not that I liked it.
Decided to stay quiet.
But as she progressed
Through her questions
Could not help.
Repeating her mothers words
You are dreaming
If he is going to take you seriously
Or if you are going to be allowed
To report this situation
Dreaming, she is just dreaming.
He laughed at my sounds.
Had children of his own
Knew mama was getting it.
From me and then hell broke out
A white woman had walked.
Up to the porch of a black man
Her colleagues were complaining.
And the police showed up.
Her comment was she was allowed.
To enter his place
Because she was married
To a brown skinned Indian.
My mother never did understand.
How to hurt over and over again.
He was her childhood boyfriend.
My father was called.
Bringing along the relatives
My mother had left waiting.
For their supper
She was supposed to be cooking.
Instead of rushing across town
Picked up his child.
Was picked on by a white man.
Shifted his child in his arms.
While someone else mentioned
He was a Korean war veteran.
As well as civil engineer.
Luther laughed again.
And said to him.
"I bet you can get in to meet the President."
Despite his skin color
For his bearing was above his wife's
Who was properly shooed off?
The nice man's porch.
Her pad was found by her mother.
Who had it printed for her.
Her efforts were appreciated.
But not the marital difficulties
She kept pursuing to his dying. day.
A man with a dream
Of equality among
The children of all colors
Stood up before a massive crowd.
And spoke to them from his heart.
Of a time when the world
Would be fair to each other.
Instead, his own people
Have the belief they don't
Need to show kindness.
But harsh words
And bad thoughts
Whether than standing in line
Or walking or waiting
They want to be treated.
As Queens and Princesses
Without giving back to anyone else.
Sadly, it is not their fault.
They are not responsible for the world.
In which they live
But everyone else who allows
The Jimmies and the Candies
To keep up their own game of
Discrimination even demanding.
The wrong medical diagnosis.
What difference does it make?
When one can't politely tell someone no
They are not theirs
Be called a liar.
Or have the police informed.
That your ID is not yours
But theirs
Because they are going to get
Even with you
If you won't allow them
To lie about what color they are.
None of this accepting
And progressing
Just lying about, themselves.
They will all one day
End up dead as my mother did.
Without a single person noticing.
Her passing away.
Not her non grandchildren
Who always showed up?
For her purse on payday
Nor her former colleagues
Or friends whose children
Always wanted to play.
With her as she knew how
To get in and even with others
The world stopped caring about her.
She did not matter in the end.
Meanwhile, this man's day should be acknowledged.
For what it really is
The day he decided to stand up.
For his own people to believe...
That dreams are possible.
While I don't dream anymore
No one should be allowed.
To tell a doctor
How to mistreat someone
Demanding they take medicine.
That will not help them.
But harm them
Out of racism and discrimination.
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