as the silence held the attention of the four walls...

a sense of peace filled her soul,
flashbacks from her childhood
overwhelmed her being
all the pain, inside
all the loneliness earned
the twitch in her eyelid
the grief
the happiness
the hopeless...ness of the
the cringe of hunger
not hunger
the cramps of the audacity
of the belief
of the terror
in the people
is this 1968...no
is this...
this is 2008
I'm alive
I'm choking
as I thought I have the audacity
of the white man
of the majority
the audacity of the.
The hopeless...ness.
She...I, became numb.
Almighty in the Heavens of Heavens
How could you grant me...
somebody like me
the audacity of HOPE.

To look in the mirror

The mirror of Hope,
To see your Dreams

Your reflection never lies
Regardless of what the future may hold

Others plotting to scold
What we have obtained Now, Here in America.
She put her head down several days later,
Tears of fear
Tears of sanctity
Tears of sorrow
Tears of conversion

Tears that will not end tommorow
before the eyes of the beholding
who said it was here
was never out of reach
Change was forced out of reach
The union of the people
because it takes an entire village
with the tears of he
of she
of us
of you
and then they fell over the cheeks
and onto the reality
They were able to believe what is actually
in Fact.
It's existent.
We only had to Remind Us.

Look forward to the yeild of the Reflection

Acknowledgement is but a Footprint ahead.

Reach for the Moon and you're bound to catch a star.
Your dreams are only as real as the stars that brighten our nights.

YES, WE CAN!