Walking through a forest of memories
Along a trail of ancestral footprints
I stepped on a pyramid stone—
Piercing my mind with the pain of reality:
Reality…dreams are not;
They’re just introductory directions.
Reality…visions are not;
They’re mere paths to be traveled.
Reality…reality is!
And so is the present life we still struggle in.
To have dreams…to have visions…
Are not realities; merely hopes.
Being walled up in our skins
By bigotry, deceit, and injustice,
Are pinball realities… propelling
From one deceiver to another;
Reality is. Not something coming to be:
Deferred dreams remain just that—
Deferred (indefinitely);
Broken visions remain just that—
Broken (forever);
Without struggle (always)
Freedom concedes nothing.
It’s surely a staunch reality
That walling oppression remains
But a Jericho strategy will not work;
The reality is that we must amass
A battering ram spirit…so let’s get real!