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Documentation without Emancipation


Documentation without Emancipation In 1964 the fight was won, or so we thought, Oh so were done? History was made in "64" and we have it in writing Marches and sit-ins, speeches on memorial grounds made peaceful protest Extremely menacing Leaders rose, to combat "injustice anywhere because it is a threat to justice everywhere." We were shackled and chained for 246 years broken spirits in an apocalyptic rain Emancipation proclaimed in 1865 on a piece of paper Then we are told that we must remain separate however we are the same We both have water fountains though ours is never clean we both may speak freely but what "we" say must be spoken to one another or remain reticent we both may ride the same train but of course not the same cart. We are separate but inherently we are not equal Brown vs. Board led us to this knowledge and sparked a movement that will change my life as I would've known it. No more oppression, no more beating in Mississippi for whistling at a girl ,Till, until devastation and tears somehow sparked fire behind me people's leers Angels were dispatched and descend from above to aid us in a movement but what really was a war. King, X, Parks, Du Bois, Jackson, Sharpton and countless others from clergymen to mundane mothers We fought without throwing a punch, they tried to drown us some days before lunch In 1964 papers were signed! So we won? Were at the top! No work to be done! PLEASE how can we sleep when ignorance and bigotry still run our streets until another can stand atop the Lincoln memorial and depict their dream? Of ever man and women marrying whoever they deem when any race or religion can board a plane and not be news why haven't we moved for civil acceptance? There are only you to accuse Free at last. Not quite yet. What was written countless years ago was victory but until that Idea of civil acceptance is granted to every citizen no matter race, religion, preference, or creed I don’t know how we can truly say we all gained the right to be free.
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