Jasmine

I am blessed To have been born Inside a place Previously torn But now repaired With the thinnest thread I remember this As I go to bed Tomorrow I shall Go about my day Look toward my future Without delay It’s hard to remorse Over what you didn’t see I’ve forgotten what they’ve done To let me be me It’s become too easy To forget our history Blurring fact with hearsay Our heroes are mystery We don’t lend respect Where it’s duly earned We don’t inform others So our history can be learned So stand hand in hand And remember each day The life that we have Didn’t come an easy way Civil Rights leaders gave all Every inch of their being For us not to live in darkness Holding our heads high, seeing