Everything that has been accomplished started with a dream. Think about it...
- The Wright brothers, dreamed of flying, their dream changed travel as we know it. Where it used to take weeks to get somewhere by boat, it now takes hours by flight.
- Henry Ford dreamed of a faster way to get around than horse and buggy, cars and motorized transportation are now a part of our everyday lives.
Martin Luther King had a dream, too. While on the surface, it may seem as if we have achieved his dream, we really haven't. We still don't have total equality. Men and women are still treated different in the workplace. There is still disparity in pay whether by gender, race or sexual orientation. Yes, we do have a black president, but there are still those who won't judge him on the content of his character because they can't get pass the color of his skin. Instead of focusing on what he has accomplished, they focus on what is still messed up. Truth be told, it is stuff that was raggedy when he took office but those who want to show him in a negative light won't acknowledge that part. There are still those that have a voice and a vote in congress that would rather see the country go down in flames than support an idea put on the table by Barack Obama. Yes, we have come a long way since Martin had a dream, but we still have a very long way to go.
I will leave you with one of my most requested spoken word pieces :
Color of Skin
Copyright © 2004
You put on your fancy suits and ties,
And think that makes you different in their eyes?
Doesn’t matter that you speak eloquently
Doesn’t matter how many degrees
Or how you try to appease…
You’re living in a fantasy…
But you don’t have to take it from me…
Society doesn’t care what’s within…
They still look at the color of your skin.
Walking around like a corporate clone
Like you belong
Look at every milestone…
What about the chances you have blown…
To strengthen your backbone
Who coulda’ known
That you weren’t so strong?
When your life hit a tailspin
Looking where you have been
You realize it’s still the color of your skin.
You are naïve
If you believe
That as equal you can even be perceived
Your freedom they still bereave
When you long to be free
Are you any different from me?
Look at it through thick and thin
It still the color of your skin.
Working in the fields you don’t do
But you still don’t have a clue
From the cradle to the grave
You are still just a slave.
Instead of whips and chains
They use your desire to obtain
What you think are the same
Rights in the game
But the fact remains, lamebrain,
All they hold for your is disdain
Are you insane?
In spite of your chagrin…
It is still the color of your skin.