I Never Marched

I Never Marched

I never marched with Martin,

nor crossed the Edmond Pettis Bridge,

My people never felt,

the lash that forced bondage.

Never took a Freedom Ride,

like Goodman, Schwerner or Cheney,

Never faced a burning cross,

nor saw a Black man hanging from a tree.

Never saw the little girls,

in Birmingham to meet their fate,

Nor rode the bus with Rosa,

my truth would come too late.

Buried deep among my nevers,

I should have grieved for Medgar Evers,

Could it be that I am priveledged?

as I ignored the hate and the slurs.

I never wore a hoodie,

With a bag of Skittles on a walk,

told I don’t belong,

my skin is not like chalk.

That pain I never knew,

still, it makes me oh so blue,

Why can’t we get along?

especially me and you!

LDT Dec ‘20

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