I have a Dream.

“I have a dream,” he spoke clearly

and the people cheered and agreed.

while government grew the cult of 

‘white supremacy” no Klu Klux Klan,

begat by burning crosses, visible

but the silence of white supremacy

shouted through the establishment

til the rootedness grew like bindweed


but only those who threaded their

twisting origins can yank them out.

Only they can answer the question

of blindness and institutional racism.

Those who have never felt less than,

who have never experienced the hurt

of instant dislike because of their skin,


those who have never had to battle

to be believed nor struggle with a

police officer deaf to their cries,

‘I cannot breath,’ lies solemnly, squarely

at their feet and they will be found

wanting, if they are unable to repent

of denying Christ who was black.

And so we kneel and names

are called as the grim gauntlet

is laid afresh.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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