Kelsey Johnson "The Joy of Having an Educated Mind"

 

 

 

A conversation with those who came before me

I woke up from a dream today
Of ancestors rising up from the grave. They whispered,
“You are the dream and the
Hope of the slave.
You are the reason for which
We gave
Our lives.
Spent years of misery and strife Swinging from southern
Trees late at night.
Bore stripes on back with all
Our might.
You are the reason.
You are the reason.”
And I whispered back,
“I am proud to be black,
And rejoice in brown skin,
And praise Negro Nation
Again and again.
For you I would do it
A thousand times over.
For you I would do it
A thousand times over.
For you I will be brave.
For you I will be brave.”
So
Thank you for the price you paid. Thank you for the roads
You paved
In blood.
All for me.

(­­what a gift!) ALL FOR ME!

My soul breathes hallelujah And

 

 

Sing­sing­sings!
What a glorious thing for Me to be free.
What a glorious thing for My Mind to be free.