I'm re:posting this poem I wrote last year. Following yesterday's celebration of the first African American President, I thought it was fitting to remind ourselves of our individual responsibility to seek unity.

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The King had a Dream
And it included me
The King had a dream
And it included we
You
Us
Because it wasn’t just the King’s dream
It echo’s in our souls
From the depths of humanity
It is calling me
It is calling you
It is calling us to be one
And let this ignorance be done
It has taken enough
Cost enough, enslaved enough
Hated enough,
Separated long enough!
It is time,
It is time for you and me to be we
Because the King had a Dream
And because it continues with me
It continues when we become us
And when us struggles in unity
A struggle that is not easy
But is worth everything
Because it is a dream bigger than me
Than you
Than us
Because it wasn't just the King’s dream
It was birthed from the Creator
Innate in the complexity of His humanity
It is calling us
It is time for us
And may the world see what can be done
When you and me and we
Dream and act as one.

I love spoken poetry and I recently found Peter Nevland and his site the Spoken Groove. He has a potent message intertwined in a unique style. You should check him out.



So, what have you been waiting for someone to legitimize? Though no one may have told you, you were created for a reason - are you doing it? Whatever it is, you should be pursuing it, developing it and building your dreams around it!

I wet the bed until I was 13.
I smoked tobacco and weed in the 6th grade.
I’ve used church for self interests.
I judge people without even knowing them.
I’ve been pulled over 24 times.
I was exposed to porn when I was 6.
I’ve made countless mistakes.
I’ve been fired.
I’ve let down people who looked up to me.
I’ve made bad choices with friends and girlfriends.
I don’t connect with God like I long to.
I get bored in church.
I consume a lot.
I’ve made poor financial decisions.
I have fractured family relationships.
I’ve resented my family.
I pulled f's in junior high.
I've dropped f-bombs when I was mad.
I’ve been desensitized to my cultures lack of morals.
I’ve been drunk.
I love my self more than others at times.
I’ve found asking for forgiveness hard.
I’ve found forgiving even harder.
I get to work and can’t wait to go home.
I’ve taken the lower road before.
I’ve been the smaller person at times.
I’ve prayed that God would remove my thorn…

but His grace is sufficient.
His faithfulness is written throughout my life.
His strength is best shown in my weakness.
His plan is wholeness.
His painting of my life is in progress.
His Spirit calls me beyond my past.
His grace is sufficient.

I thought this poem was good - pardon the 'f' bomb.