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Sep 2015
I want to be a man of humility
To speak truth without hesitation
Though holiness I cannot represent
It is instead to seek my liberation
I wear no indication of status
Though I walk head held high
I cannot pretend to be courageous
As I have no cause for which to die
I am no more human than you, or less
And I begin anew as one who cannot lose
Because I am a man of self-respect
To share with you the same as I choose
Let no moment pass without a heartbeat
Hear the drum and feel its echo
For there is to be no shame between us
Whether we live in castles or the ghetto

What we know of ourselves is our measure
But only if we are true to our past
To what temptation would we entreat ourselves
If into our own life are the lies we cast
The forces among us only know to divide
We cannot reach for God without a fight
We cannot see color in the same light
We cannot give to others our own right
That is not where I wish to walk and breathe
Instead it is where the poor live in a new land
It is where they struggle but know how to love
It is their feet I wish to wash with my own hand
There is no purpose other than hope
Not to gather for myself, but instead to spread
But what can I do except drop rocks into a pond
To watch forgiving ripples bring life to what once was dead
Mark Lecuona
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Mark Lecuona
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