The Rights

A phenomenal woman like Maya Angelou- reminds me that I too, am America, just like Langston Hughes. Like Etta James, I sing the blues. I sing of sad, misunderstood kids. My bottle of voice has no lid, They muffle my sound; they say, "stay outta town." Next to Rosa Parks I sat, Here I am, let's chat. I leave with Maya and Langston, between them, hand in hand, and there, next to Martin Luther King, Jr. I will stand and I can march with friends until it ends. We hear his speech words that teach: "I have a dream," to be heard; don't say that I'm absurd. I no longer run away from being caught, and my people won't run from being taught. I cause no more drama, because I plan to show them who I truely am through every poem. When I die, I will be with the one and only, and everyone who knew me will see- I was loving the rights God gave to me.