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I'm Sorry Dr. King

You were still alive

When I was a child

I knew of your torment

But this boy only smiled

 

Living in ignorances

I ignored your scars

We waved the flag

It was the stars and bars

 

While you marched

To remove your chains

We played rebel soldier

"The South shall rise again!"

 

Someone called you a ...

And yes... I laughed

It all seemed so funny

This boy gave you the shaft

 

Later I would discover

My parents rejected this thought

They called Dad a "... lover"

I said "No! He's not!"

 

How sad as I ran

Humiliated to find

Those who looked like me

Hated my parents' mind

 

I wanted to be good

I wanted to be proud

Instead I was afraid

I couldn't say it out loud

 

While I lived in shame

A silent scared racist

You answered your calling

And began to resist

 

Why did it take so long

So long for me to see

The things that you fought

Happened right in front of me

 

Labeled 3/5 of a man

Not worthy of a drink

Only to be made fun of

I didn't know what to think

 

I'm sorry Dr. King

It's all I can say now

I know who is worthy

It is to you that I now bow

 

With dogs, hoses and a bull

That's how they committed sin

But you turned the other cheek

When they rejected you at the inn

 

You walked with those

Who were proud and fearless

While you asked to be human

In fact you were peerless

 

Was Jesus' journey less difficult?

Rejected from birth

Bringing us together

With love from this earth

 

More than a man

But as weak as any other

You gave your life

To save your own brother

 

Yes I am sorry Dr. King

For being so weak

For not standing up

For being afraid to speak

 

But today

I can only hope

That you understand

While I continue to *****

 

Oh how I wish

My weakness never sprouted

That my goodness

Would never be doubted

 

But to sit by your side

And look you in the eye

And beg for your dream

As you ask me why

 

Why does a white man

Ask a slave for a dream?

Why does a white man

Ask a slave for self-esteem?

 

Why do I ask?

Because I have done nothing

I've lived a life of frivolity

While you died for something

 

I have squandered all I was given

Expecting it as my right

While you planted what was taken

And brought the slave to life

 

In an immoral world

Of material possession

You earned moral superiority

And gained entrance to heaven

 

Who do I answer to?

What penance can I pay?

I am sorry Dr. King

Will you let me stay?

 

Will you show me now

My shortcomings as a man?

Is it any wonder

That I kiss your hand?

 

Yes I am sorry Dr. King

As sorry as a child can be

I can make no promises

Except pray for people to be free

 

I'm sorry Dr. King

But I'm also proud

That I came to know you

To remove the shroud

 

Of bigotry and racism

From my small mind

If we meet one day

I hope this you will find

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Written by
mark-lecuona
American
Published
Jan 31, 2012
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A confessional....

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