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Filed under: Activism — zondra at 9:06 pm on Tuesday, November 25, 2008

They say the world changed that day
But did it really?
Millions screamed in awe and agony
at the changing face of democracy
but still others in parts of the country
were denied the humanity
and the ability to fall in love
Marry
Grow old with
Raise a family
and die in the arms of the one
They called husband or wife just because
their marriage did not consist of both
They say the world changed that day….
Did it really?
Cause still across the sea
Families cry in broken lands
Full of pain and misery

Caused by men whose skin

Is the same

The world had changed yet

Unjust Wars are still being fought,

Air is turning sour and unfit for breathing,

Empty tummies fall asleep

Not on cotton sheets

But cold concrete that offer

Pillows for dreams of better days

The world has changed

But little old white ladies

Write jokes on paper napkins

Of Aunt Jemima holding a chicken wing

Replacing the Statue of Liberty

Because their democracy has been tainted

And little seven year old girls bleed infection

Because their mama’s can’t afford

The price of recovery

And

A boy is charged with the killing of his father

And the Congo cries out
Flooding leaves kill many and leave

thousands homeless in Brazil
Teen gets 4 life terms for racist murders in South Africa
Deadly bomb attacks hit Baghdad

In this changing world

The world is changing

Slowly and yet still so much remains the same

There are two sides to every story

Filed under: Activism — zondra at 7:59 pm on Wednesday, November 19, 2008

I.

I had this dream

An Idea of mine

Through the water, through the sea

A quicker way to get my queen money

Look, see, all around

Were Unknown trees and Unknown ground

Dark skin

Hair long and straight

Language not of men but of apes

I took a step and a breath

And claimed the soil beneath me

We took them all

NOT as a friend

but as gifts for King Ferdanand

They were no match for the fight

Although they fought with all of their might

We searched this place

Sought the treasures untold

Looked for jewels and gold

We brought them sickness, ailments, and sin

All because we were true Christians

We raped their women and butchered their men

Casualties of war they were for me

But money, success, and fortune for your future economy

Years later I will be praised by thee as

One of the mightiest men of history

But at that time in my life I did not find

the favor of the queen to be mine

II.

Strange People all Around

Out of the water out of the sea

Strange People…

Not at all like me

Their skin was pale

Their hair was white

They smelled of things not quite right

We had no gold

Save the corn

We had no treasure but land in which we were born

17 ships

And an army galore

Guns, swords, dogs tearing flesh from skin

Tears shed, cries for help

We summoned for the God’s within

SLowly, slowly as I looked around

Not a friendly face was to be found

The places I once rest and called my home

Are now graves tainted by blood soon to be forgotten and unknown

The memories of this despair and unrest

Will become fables and legends at best

Indians we have come to be

Not Taino, Blackfoot, or Cherokee

Our history forgotten by those who have sworn

Americans, The true Americans They claim to be born