By: Cedric McClester

You blazed the trail
And smoothed the path
For those who followed
In your aftermath
So I thought I’d just ask
How arduous was that a task
As I hail you and raise my glass
It’s in your memory that I do bask
Your chapter’s closed finally at last

Thank God that you
Picked up your pen
And wrote down words
Especially when
It wasn’t easy at all way back then
So I admire you in ways I can't  express  friend
And I aspire to be like you  
Is the message I send

Much like you
I came from the town
Where Paul Revere
Rode up and down
Warning tjat the British were around
So your accent had a certain sound
That only in Bostonians can be found
Which might be the reason you were  clowned

That notwithstanding
You indeed persevered
And tolerated those who talked and stared
Until all obstacles had been cleared
You were smarter than you appeared
And always was what they most feared
A thinking black man who wasn’t scared
One with an intellect uniquely prepared
















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