Oct 25, 2005 15:27
Rosa Parks is with us in spirit
and I can't believe she's not down the street
I found out after everyone else
I've spent the past month looking for her voice
thinking that no matter how I portrayed her, she could speak for herself if I was wrong
and now
I feel this great responsiblity to tell her story
to impress her upon all who see
I'm suprised that I'm mourning a woman I never had the honor of meeting
I feel completely unworthy to breathe her life
she was great, and strong...a living monument among the people forcing us to LOOK UP
brothers and sisters
look up
I'm going to start crying in the library
and I'm sure this all reads horribly arrogant with allusions of grandeur
I guess the best anyone can hope for when they leave
is that when people remember them...they want to be a better person
I want to be a better person
I want to be a living monument
I want people to think of me, and look up
So much division... and even though its the catch word of the year... its not untrue
I bought lunch for a starving brother the other day
and then I saw him again... he wanted money but didn't ask since I'd already bought him lunch a few days prior...
I'm sick with insecurity
and my distrust is a disease that we've allowed to perpetuate through urban myths and stereotypes
I should have given him money, he shouldn't have had to ask
what is so different about he and I
Should I be in a hard position, god forbid, I would want help
why are we so afraid to give it