16000
Sat at a window, with pig tails and a pink princess dress
The years were the 80's and the rhythm of hip hop bounced of the pavements, shaking car windows
People walked with fists down in peaceful protest against lanugauge used to defermate us
We were one two colours all children believeing that witness would be no more to the floundering ignorant minded
The skies soared with the love of the unknown of words of Jesus and Lepricorns, magic witches from Ireland with feet turned backward - Banshee
Nights were hot chocolate and wishes for progress
We knew all people were to fight the good fight in this we said
Yes - still my head is fallen
Appaling, tragic and yet a taste of ability to learn again
New leaders now
Our leader fallen
Ours buried her soft dreadlocks curling to waiste in coffin
With blue plaque for a husband alone.
Years have flown and with might the fight must now be louder, stronger
I saw in whimsical passing a gathering
Of Black Panthers, their children moving with proud Afros proud
Dancing to a beat
And smiles reach my heart that a legacy continues...
