#jr
Non, ce n'est pas une question rhétorique
Si tu es quelqu'un, dis-le à voix haute
Répète-le souvent. Sois heureux et fier
« Tu es quelqu'un ». « Tu es quelqu'un »
Ce poème est souvent récité par l'homme d'action
Notre regretté frère, le révérend Jesse Jackson
Un leader, une légende, un héros qui a lutté pour nos droits civiques et de vote pour l'égalité
La liberté, la justice, la démocratie, le respect, les opportunités et la compassion
Pour tous. Aux côtés de Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Medgar Evers et d'autres, il a combattu le racisme,
L’apartheid, l'injustice, les préjugés, l'inégalité, la violence, la brutalité, le sexisme et le cynisme
Frère Jesse nous a appris « À ne jamais abandonner »
« À garder l’espoir » et « À nous inscrire sur les listes électorales ». « Tu es quelqu'un ».
Le poème écrit par le Révérend William H. Borders Jr.
Les larmes aux yeux, je ne l'ai pas encore lu
Mais je ressens les émotions, l'énergie, la force et la passion qu'il dégage transmet et propage avec force
Je suis sûr que tu ressens l'inspiration, l'électricité, la chaleur qui brûle jusqu'au plus profond de mon être
Es-tu quelqu'un ? Oui, tu es quelqu'un
Lève-toi, dresse-toi et crie-le haut et fort :
Tu es quelqu'un. Lève-toi, et sois fier
Oui, oui, tu es un être humain magnifique
Oui, tu es un être fier et magnifique
Merci Jesse d'aimer tous les enfants de Dieu
Merci aux révérends Borders Jr. et Jesse L. Jackson Sr.
Pour ces mots simples et puissants. L'inspiration vient du Dieu Tout-Puissant
Qui es-tu ? Es-tu sûr d'être quelqu'un ?
Oui, oui, tu es quelqu'un, tu es quelqu'un
Moi aussi, je suis quelqu'un
Moi aussi, je suis quelqu'un. Je suis quelqu'un
Nous sommes TOUS ‘quelqu'un’.
P.-S. Traduction Du Poème « Are-You Somebody? » Par Hébert Logerie
Ce poème est dédié au révérend William Borders Jr.,
Au révérend Jesse Louis Burns Jackson Sr., à nos familles et aux enfants du monde.
Copyright © février 2026 Hébert Logerie. Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 11:40 PM UTC
Dr. Martin's dream is a dream for many generations
Past, present and future… Life is about hope, compassion
Love, freedom and justice. It's not asking for too much
Because human lives are precious and priceless. As such
We were all created in the same manners. No one got
More, no one deserved less. There are three levels in the lot
Birth, live and death. We all must go through the same process
Health is paramount and wealth is secondary or temporary
We all will leave earth one day, soon. Hoping we're all blessed
To remain on earth for a long time. A dream is a reality
That will or will not come depending on the dedication
On the focus and on the resiliency of the participants
We all dream for a better future for our families, friends
Even for perceived enemies. Hope is in the air, like flying ants
Wishing to land on a fertile sugar cane field. Dr. King, our Hero
Is a man with many names: Dr. Martin, Dr. King, a great fighter
An activist, a superman, a martyr, etc. He was the older brother
That we dream of being with us in time of trouble, at a low
Point of our lives. Dr. King was an amazing inspiration to a world
Filled with backstabbers, hypocrites, racists, maniacs and criminals
Dr. King's dream is well and alive for many generations. Animals
Will never rule the universe. Human beings cannot be obviously curled
By a bunch of so-called right wing individuals. Common sense will
Always prevail. Love will always win. The racists and the haters ‘will
Shall fail. Positive attitudes will always win. Brother Martin's dream
Will live forever. All men and women were created to enjoy the ice cream
Equally, to be free to fight against unfairness, selfishness, racism, bigotry
And injustice. Dr. King's dream and inspiration will live forever, for eternity.
P.S. I write what I want to write about and say what I want to say.
I am a free man.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 8:00 PM UTC
The Ghost Writer
As I pick up my pen to begin to write these images
In my imagination I wrote this as if it was spoken
I’m hoping to learn something
let the words say something
That I can share for you to listen
Is it paranoia or premonition?
My instincts or intuition?
Now I’m leaving it all on paper
With rhythmic melodies and elegant Eliquis
I’m doing it all for the passion
Everything written in second hand
whether it's on purpose or happenstance
The words of my Ghost and its writer is all that stands
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 12:14 AM UTC
In life’s rearview
Rosa refused to stand
Nelson paid the price for his land
King’s dream was shattered by a bullet
which birthed more bullets for the chocolate man
Until we said NO MORE!
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 11:05 PM UTC
The harder I fall the more I fall away
It's self preservation at its finest
But why do I want to fall from the one who loves me?
We're at a cliff and I'm hanging on with one hand
and he's at the top begging me to not let go
It's temptation it's fear
It's a lifetime of leaving before I'm left
It's a lifetime of leaving blame on everyone else
It's a lifetime of loving so hard my heart can't handle it
But he assures me he can shoulder the weight of my burdens
My past, my present, and future
It's trust he's trying to hand me and that my hand can't reach for because it wants to let go
And go and go and fall and drop
It wants to reach out for him and pull him closer to me and with me.
I want him on top and on bottom and I want him near and away
But my body betrays me and the magnetic force is always trying to turn the opposite direction so we can't click together
I don't know why I am the way I am and I don't want to be me sometimes
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
The rose bush has so many roses
a choice for every person that wanders by
the one that is closest, or the one far and high?
one man saw these roses
all the choices in the bundles
he saw the one that had no thorns
he saw one with many leaves
and then he saw the rose with the most thorns,
one that surely meant destruction
if touched..
but on that morning
one man reached up,
gently grabbing that rose
not being pricked until the last moment,
for that rose had the darkest petals and the lightest ones,
swirling in a chain
that man knew he had His Rose,
and that man has a Dream
for the people of the future
to be like that rose.
He succeeded
causing anger and his death
but also a future
The Future of The Dark and Light Rose.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 9:49 AM UTC
Don Junior had a meeting with
Natalia Veselnitskaya
and he did not disclose this fact
or say what did transpire.
Paul and Jared were there too
but "nothing was discussed".
Don said the meeting ended
and turned out to be a bust.
The New York Times found out
and asked why Don did not report.
"But nothing happened" Junior claimed
when making his retort.
Then under pressure from the press
some emails he set free,
confirming Russian interest in
a Trump presidency.
His daddy claimed, "He's a good boy"
"He's new, green and naive".
But Manafort - He should have known
(one would like to believe).
But Junior's new transparency
turned out to be untrue...
It seems that a fifth person was
there in the meeting too!
A former Soviet officer
named Rinat Akhmetshin
was also at the meeting...
so why was he brought in?
And then we soon learned of a sixth...
a seventh... and then eight!
Tied to the oligarchs and
Russian governmental state.
What was the meeting all about?
Perhaps there's nothing to surmise.
The secrecy though, would suggest
it might be otherwise.
Don Junior had a meeting
that nobody disclosed.
Let's hope this helps fulfill the dream...
to see his dad deposed!
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 9:34 PM UTC
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC
Are you seeing what I'm seeing
Do you smell what I smell
Do you breathe the air I breathe
Or is this all just me
Tell me know
Is this what you want
Out of the mouth of Martin Luther King Jr.
"Darkness can't drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate can't drive out hate; only love can do that"
We can't hate something that we created
We made them mad
We fired them up
We stand on democracy's front lawn
You stand where you stand and the ground will continue to move around you
Be tainted
Be rude
Be ******
Be crude
But don't put words in our mouths or take them out of context
Don't riot and charge
Be strong and stand where you stand for how ever long
We can walk these streets from La to D.C
We can scream at the top of our lungs
Until we can't breathe
We can fight with our words and our hearts as we please
Because we have the right to free speech
We have the right to free press
We have the right to protest
But the fire is not a right
Disturbing the peace
Not a right
What ever we have left keep it please
On May 21, 1979 a riot took place
Causing people to break windows
Burn police cars
And fight so brutally
That riot had a name
White Night
See these people wanted to fight for what they thought was right
The intention was good yet the way that it was presented was hellish
On April 12, 1861
The bloodiest war of American history began
It started with the nation fighting over an issue
A big one too
The president at the time some people liked
Others hated
He spoke a speech so that everyone could hear that the issue was now taken care of
That is what he thought
It sparked what we all know as the Civil War
Please tell me now
Is this what you want
To create a war
A dysfunctuon
Out of the mouth of Harvey Milk
"Hope will never be silent"
Your hope, my hope, his hope, our hope
It will never remain silent
Yet a riot is not what they need nor what we need
So march down these streets from La to D.C
Take on the people we never see
They could take the bull horn out your hands but they can't take the fire out of your voice
Be strong
Be peaceful
And be bold
Keep on fighting
Are you seeing what I'm seeing
Do you smell what I smell
Do you breathe the air I breathe
Or is this all just me
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
the most prominent thing i remember is the back of your head and how the last thing i always picture is the front door closing
my heart is left empty and so is my bed
i can't claim it to be ours, not anymore in this room of broken promises
i wish you could have left me your clothes hanging, then maybe you would have lingered longer than the wind or of how cigarettes smell
you may be wondering why i'm struggling for air, trust me i've been trying to quit but with every drag and stick your face shows up in between and if that's the only way to not forget then i'd rather choke on coughing fits
the day you carried out your bags, you took away what belonged to me as well
you were the whole package of dreams and soon to be's, you were my future but you cut the strings and i had no choice but to let you slip through my fingers
you stayed long but how you withdrew yourself from me was an act of retreat
you did not have to leave
so if you ever come back searching for me, know that all i have to offer is to forgive
we make mistakes as human beings, it's our nature's way of living but i will never blame you for wrong doings
i will love you for as long as these corners stand firm and still, afterall this was the house we lived in
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 8:07 AM UTC
Maybe it'd be easier to burn the bridges,
Ashes flaking down around us,
Dancing like they're happy.
They stole the happiness from how we used to feel,
****** it out and drained it dry,
But all you ever said to me were empty words.
So I take a match and light these bridges,
Hoping that one day we won't be pinned to each other.
But with the greatest intentions at hand,
I'm far too stubborn to even imagine letting go.
With this little time before I go,
I'll become the hunter, the vulture, the predator,
and you'll be the cowering mouse in a corner,
such a flip side experience for you.
With passion filled eyes I'll hungrily swoop in,
I'll feast on an ill-minded meal and intake your intentions,
Becoming a heart-breaker in the process of getting rid of one.
(p.h.) (j.r.)
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
The funny thing is that I can forget about you for months on end
But on a random night when my blankets are pulled up high and the blinds are pulled back
And my alarm is set for 6 AM, when I used to get your good morning texts,
that’s when you sneak back into my head
With your warm lips and your silly laugh
And your sweet pet names and your wandering hands
Back into my dreams, petting me across the cheek and through my hair,
But lately in my dreams
You’ve started to look at me with such hatred
That I have a hard time believing it’s a dream at all.
(p.h.) (j.r.)
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
Where were you when the sheets were tangled around our feet and our hearts were an extension of your pitiful laughter?
Why did we allow you to peel the hard shell away and pierce our souls, reading us like a magazine with sticky pages?
Everything about you entranced us, but you weren't there when we needed you.
We are the voice of the youth.
The heartbroken youth.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
I have faith in every American, white and black
Will be united into a new brotherhood
Where we walk as one
I have faith in every American, white and black
Will see all as equal citizens
Free in our country
I have faith in every American, white and black
Will come to realize
We cannot walk alone
I have faith in every American, white and black
... we cannot turn back
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC