The Big O

By on November 20, 2008 @ 12:00 am

The Big O

(Freedom song)

The day after
Like any other moment of drawing together
Riding through to the perfect sigh
The enriching pain and pleasure
Of recognition is at hand.

No longer will I hide
My beauty
My spirit
My power
The style that lives on the darker side

Walking though humble
Afraid to acknowledge another brother’s smile
I saw light beaming out of the creases of
Brown men in black construction boots.

I am crowded in by the other
Encapsulated
Where it seems I can’t find my breath
Wondering
How did you do it?

Reminiscing on times only moments ago
Booming America
The crystalline stair
Order balancing on
Subjugation, control and prayer.

Why did I see Obama’s face in a baby’s face today
not the smile
or shape of nose,
but the hope.

Though only as old as a teardrop into an ocean,
She understood her name
And wise enough to capture the essence of change.

I will not back down
Wrinkling like a Hansberry Raisin in the Sun
I will be louder than loud
Prouder than proud

American.

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Lavenderbay November 20, 2008

Oh, Orange Phoenix, what a splendid poem!!! For a splendid occasion too, might I add. Congratulations on both!

rawdawgbuffalo November 21, 2008

seems your spirit is your power from what i read

Natural November 21, 2008

TOP, I thought this was about something else, looking at the title, but nice thoughts.

meleah rebeccah November 21, 2008

this was soooo beautiful.

sdg1844 November 24, 2008

Beautiful and Inspired poem.

The Orange Phoenix December 4, 2008

I never thought that I would be caught up in the way of Obama-ism, but I have to say, it is infectious.  And by the way – if you are thinking on the naughty side, it could be about that other big O. . .

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