There is nothing more tragic than to find an individual bogged down in the length of life, devoid of breadth.
They’ll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed—
I, too, am America.
I Hear America Mourning
For their dark brother
knee in the neck
by another killer cop
Thousands march across America
Minneapolis, Los Angeles, Washington, New York,
“America, Don’t put your knee on our neck,” They cry
In 1925, the darker brother said, “I too, am America.”
In 1968 the song of justice rose through MLK’s soul
If riots are the language of the unheard, peace is the language of the heard
If equality were to spread through America’s veins,
If the voices of the silenced were to gush like sweet nectar
If a dream were not deferred
If a seed were to grow into a plump grape
(not wither like a raisin)
Riots would become celebrations
Looters would be cornucopias
Black lives matter.
I am waiting for the day when people of white privilege can
instead of claiming to understand, just sit at the table of the
darker brother and sister and say, yes sir, yes ma’m I’m listening to
I am waiting for an America of justice, peace and understanding.
Recitation by Elle Beah LB