Revolucion

5 AM tossing and turning Watching as my eyes are closed the things they fought for The words they spoke The passions evoked. The visions they had. The wisdom to seek change, The eloquence with which to convey That the difference we enflamed, The differences that enraged These differences Become real Between you and me it is clear As we stand here Our color Our race Our creed Our education And we feel anger At each other- And the trigger is pulled The existence of the man Who sought to better the life of his family Gone. The woman who wanted an education. Vanished. Bullets, unlike us Do not discriminate Black, brown, white, yellow A target no matter of race will encounter a terrible fate. We bleed the same blood And we feel the same pain And we cry For a lost mother For a lost father And so I toss. I remember their voices as they roared through the air The chants they had conjured and the people’s response from theirs. I remember a change in the life I had grown up to live And I turn. I remember them And their slogans that promised a nation A life without poverty Without war I remember them And their ideals A difference was made You and I Ideally. Can learn in the same place, Superficially. Work side by side Yet. Because my parents were born and raised in a different place And come from a different race they are discriminated against And I may work as hard as you, I may wear the same uniform I stand by you and fight the same war But because I’m a little darker There's the assumption that I will become pregnant at the age sixteen, leave my education for my family, become a burden on this country. We are still blinded by color. Our arrogance continues to blind common sense. And I toss and turn. For fear that their voices, their passion, and their progress will fade.