They saw your skin.
And they saw black.
They blotted you
with a black
as black as the ink
and as the night
which some storm had lashed.
They saw your sins.
And they saw black.
They cursed
and stabbed you
in the front,
in the back.
But waves of hope,
prayers and songs
swept you high,
so high that you commanded
stars to bejewel the black sky
and to spangle again
the limp banner
battered by many a storm.
They saw your skin.
And they saw the Dream.
William, Thank you for your excellent tribute and insights regarding President Obama's rise to office. I would invite you to read my poem 'President Barack Obama's Inauguration' posted yesterday. Kindest regards my poet friend. Jim
Nice nice one..am from kenya and even I couldnt put it in better words...being marginalized and all from the color of my skin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You get it right - black story in the state in few lines.- You also points how illusion is shaped and how easy it fed out.- bravo