Decision 2012

One long ago day:  

And on this day...again:

HISTORY

Congratulations, Mr. President. 

He watches over you. 

November 4, 2008 was Tuesday

Once upon a time families were

Torn apart and a price

Put on their heads.

There were folks who forever had a dream-

And shouted it to millions

Far and near because one day...

There would be a day

When history

Looked upon a page from yesterday.

As he moved his own family in

a White House folks of the past

Broke their backs to build-

Folks voted for Change on this day a year ago.
Today some folks are still not happy.

Economy. War. Jon & Kate.

This family is in it for the long haul-

As were families of long ago

And so am I.

I remain optimistic.

That's why God graced us with patience.

History.

Dance to the History

I've been called Brown, Colored, Nigger, Black, Bronze, African-American and then by my name. Like alot of kids, with the same skin color-some lighter, some darker--we've all been told we could be anything we set our mind to.

My heart was set on being a ballerina. Wanted to dance on my toes. I was about 9 or 10, when my mom burst the Anything Bubble. She informed since I wasn't built the 'right way' I couldn't be a ballerina. So my dance teacher put me in a hula skirt because I looked 'authentic.' Granted, it could have been my knees or ankles, or maybe I wasn't built like a white girl. I don't know. I never asked about it again, even when I got older. My heart was broken. So much for being able to do anything. I still believed, but not as much.

Then comes today. A day of History. I think of my ancestors, who were slaves in Virginia, during the building of the White House. Maybe their sweat and grit built that mansion. Did they wonder if they would ever be able to do anything else? Would they always be slaves to another man? Dare not to hope, to dream, or to feel? I think of what my family and others endured to get to this moment.

As a kid I worried about only to dance on my toes. My ancestors walked to do what had to be done just to survive. Did they think as presidents moved into the White House and brought their slaves with them, would ever be a day like this? A man who shared the same skin color, yet not owned by another man, to lead a free country of every man. Did they?

Listen close. Hear their voices? The winds of time have not silenced them. The voices of our past. Those voices whisper hope, faith--they nod, because they believed this day would come.

History.

I am a woman who has been called Brown, Colored, Nigger, Black, Bronze, African-American and then by my name. Just call me an American.

History. Today. How can one not look at today and not believe they CAN be anything they set their mind too? I may not dance on my toes, yet I will dance.

God Bless the United States of American and President Barack Obama.

Something to be said about...

Then
Later
Now.



History.

Headlines....What's Love Got to Do With It?

I watched a bit Meredith’s interview, this morning on Today, with a long-together married couple with children. To me, the couple were so into each other. They held hands. The way the wife gazed at her man. When the husband admitted he got embarrassed when she praised him, and cut her off. And when she repeated, ‘I am proud of you.” He beamed. They’ve been through a lot these past few months, including just recently. You knew the husband was tired of questions about clergy. The wife held her man’s hand throughout. That was nice.

Oh, and did I say the husband just happens to be running for president?

Barack and Michelle Obama. Good to them together. To talk. To share. I liked it.

Whatever happens in November, history’s paint is already over the pages.

A black man and a woman—two of most oppressed groups in our nation’s history—are on the cusp of holding the highest post in the land. A land, that once upon a time, sold his ancestors as if they were livestock. Forbid him to be a man. A land that still didn’t permit her vote until the 20th century and still doesn’t have a paycheck as much as her male counterpart.

History is being made.

Today, I saw a couple, despite their experiences-good and bad- are still into each other.

That was nice.