…is finally here!
But first, a little background:
Way back in the day (read: two months ago) when President Obama was officially elected, I wrote two blogs: The Mass Agree Part 1 and The Mass Agree, Part 2. These blogs were basically reaction blogs to what had transpired on Tuesday, November 4th. All of the emotions, the feelings, the traffic—all of it. I had also started a poem a few days before he was actually elected…but never finished it…until now.
It has never taken me so long to finish a poem. Ever. I started it on November 2nd and up until last night, I had only written a line or two at a time, changed some stanzas, did some deleting, critiqued what I had at the time, changed the entire feel of the piece, and just procrastinated pretty hard. I think I just wanted it to be really, really good. I wanted to put my all into it, however one thing I learned from that attempt was…..my best pieces are created when I’m right in the moment at one time…not when I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time trying to perfect it.
Before I present it though, I must give a “shout out” to my homie, Ronnie. For two months, he’s been encouraging me to “kick it in high gear” and get it done. He’s even helped me with the organization of the piece. And when I was particularly not feeling like touching the poem at all and started writing other pieces, he’d remind me, “Yo, Mal….you know you gotta get that Obama piece done…right?” Point blank: he kept me on my toes and made sure I got it done.
You may not even think it’s all that great…and that’s fine. But I’ve been “working on it” for months (literally) and I’m proud of it. I so rarely show my pieces but I think this deserves a showing.
So…without further adieu, here is….The Mass Agree, Part Three. Enjoy:
The Mass Agree, Part Three
Dreams are considered imaginary figments
That mold and develop within the minds of every pigment
While some aren’t meant to be, others stick together like dried cement
But it isn’t the dream itself that holds, it’s the dreamer beneath it
In the segregated years
Shadowing deep angst and mass fears
Blanketed all by lines defined by color that refused to be smeared
So sat in the place of good were a bucket load of tears
MLK marched and had a Dream that color lines were as vague as they are today
And no doubt, he was an integral part in paving the way
There’s still a battle to be fought, but not taking his effort for naught
Without his dreams and sacrifice, the country may be in a deeper state of dismay
Through the emotional rain, there lay a dream big as can be
A dream systematically greater than “the best”--the average Joe & Jane--you and me
Let’s see. How’s a thing so great to be?
The struggle for a remoteness in social equality
The road to change has been paved for ages
And through the years, the tough times, the sacrifices, the many stages
Many said we’d stay lost--say we’d never make it
And were told to chalk our efforts up to trial and error within the black historic pages
Until one man fought against the grain and broke through seemingly unrealistic barriers
And as he continued to look ahead, onlookers became scarier
In fear of the progression that resulted and the trust that was awarded
But as the end drew near, the anticipation became merrier
Gone were the blatant lines drawn, uplifting segregation to the highest level
Temporarily null were the snickers and the stares given that kept blacks in between poverty and unrelenting success—an invisible vestibule
What seemed to vanish were the color lines—the “Black”, the “White”, the “Asian”, the “Hispanic”, and…the ”Other”
No boxes to check; we are one group, one nation standing together
…even if it was just for a moment
This is…a moment of reflection
To relish in the much needed change of the country’s direction
To note our collective struggles, no matter the skin’s complexion
To realize the battle isn’t over and part of the strength is finally awarded…that’s the connection
Some feared change and wanted to relish in the methods of the past and present
Others knew the time had come but in their minds, they were still quite hesitant
In the end, the mass agree with what was truly Heaven Sent
The dream that came true—the coming of our 44th President