The Most Important Day Of My Life

This is the day we older people thought we would never see. Couldnt imagine it even in our own minds. But I sit here now, full of hope, awe, pride, apprehension and about 15 other emotions I don't even have names for but today I feel everything we as a nation ever felt because, today is the culmination of a horror story. Oh there will be other horror stories, but this day win or lose, we celebrate the old slaves that were worked to death, our grandmothers that were raped and used, our children who were sold off far and wide until none of us can trace our complete family tree. We celebrate the courageous black women that made it possible to send some of us to freedom, those women that showed the world what a black woman's attitude and tolerance was from a seat on a bus. We celebrate the mothers whose sons came home from the war in a box she wasnt allowed to bury in the white graveyard because hers was full.

Today, if we see the first family of America with a deeper tan than usual, we will celebrate all the men that never got respect, all the women who were never appreciated, all that died trying to read, all those that were chattel and on and on but we will celebrate, because its been a long-ass row to hoe, but a change gonna come 'cause we can see the end of that row.