I will explain
the way my grandmother used to explain
"I was there" she would say
"I was there" I will say
My children's children's
will look up at me
and try to fathom a world
before.
But I will try to explain
the way my grandmother tried to;
the dogs, marching and
Martin Luther King.
I will try to illustrate
how it felt
seeing the door open and
watching the future walk through.
"And not just because Obama's skin
was brown, but because
everyone miles around
hoped, believed and watched
as a new America
became.
What did you think
Comments
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i LOVE this poem, its truly excellent.. it doesn'y often happen to me but i got those goosbumps when something touches you.
i liked how you drew comparisons between the past and the present through your grandmother.
thanks for posting x
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