We Made It
Over 400 years in the makin’ and here we stand in 2013
I saw you on the Internet shaking hands with the Baltimore Ravens
Every last one towering over you like a giant
But this is DC and not New York
6 foot 5 and above
250 to 300 pounds of muscle stand at your mercy
Gazing upon you in shock
You stand 6 foot 1
Weighing about a buck 80
But they respect you
The presence you present is a present to these men
You are what we as a people stand for
It does not matter how good of a job you did or are doing
What matters is you made it
Slaves wildest dreams were to simply be free
Even then they could not fathom that thought
Had you done what you did during those times
The number of slave deaths would have skyrocketed
Not from being killed, but from heart attacks from the sight of you running the entire country
I don’t understand politics and I don’t think I ever will
But I look upon you and see strength within that I only wish I could have
I salute to you
Mr. Barack Obama
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