As I look down upon you on this the day that would have been my 89th year on earth tears roll down my cheeks.To see that fifty years after my death equality has yet to be achieved.We have made strides since my life yet we have still not got it right.From the hate that comes from a man who holds the highest office in the land.To the bloodshed on street by my own young peeps.So yes some things have gotten better but will still have many more storms to weather.So as I look down I like some and others I do not.We got a long way to go for my dream to come true Martin Luther King Jr. message from the mountain top.
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