Just A Battle Won

How can you speak for a time that hasn’t even touched you? Or has it? Sitting there with your curly brown hair with eyes that , don’t even seem like they would belong to that skin color. This is a product of a battle, from the longest war not recorded in human history. And still the flaming stakes are raised high burning strongly through stolen glances, Guns, now shooting bullets in the forms of words. If our light and dark brothers and sisters doused in hairspray and high heels and good suits can take a march from cotton field to state capital, who are we to reverse all the laws their blood colored ink rewrote? The revolution that continues to evolve is right at our finger tips, so we can’t let those who’s feeble mentality is still trying to tip our scales backwards from it’s weight of equality snatch it away from us Once more. Strength, is a power that is gained over time, no longer stolen from the fears of those the world saw as lesser. So now, as these wise revolutionists tell us their stories, of how they won a battle in a war that still Continues to storm through our streets to this day. Don’t fight the truth in their eyes, no matter What color they may be, take hold of each word, and embrace it.