It should all be so simple, a debate isn’t necessary at all.
Equity, no second guesses
There’s no room for rebuttal when granting basic human rights
yet here we are
Facing the sun, we uprise
Refusing to stand down, against those that won’t acknowledge
the current constructs of reality.
A reality and pursuit for a piece of pie
baked during the delay of freedom for my people.
A reality that still has yet to bring resolve.
A reality that allows others to turn a blind eye
when all we need is acknowledgement.
Acknowledgement that the current constructs of this society
were made as my people awaited
For the day the sun would meet their beautiful brown faces
With our face toward sun, we are still seen as less than,
but no more.
No more will the sun shine and be met solely with hope,
it shall continually be met with the burning energy of the sun,
with the bellowing sorrows of our ancestors’ bellies.
This will to fight calls in generations and we stand firmly
In this moment
demanding a significant change, we will resist as long as it continues.
With our face toward the sun, we start to hear the cheers as the underdog
has taken position to become the Cinderella story.
It is a roaring sound that even in the midst of chaos, cannot be silenced.
It is the sweet sound of reclamation
of our joy–even in pain.
With our face toward the sun, in our delay, we have chosen
to step outside of the vicious cycle and stand in the purpose of deliverance.
We are the embodiment of our ancestors.
I am we and we are they.
Today our fight is similar and while the methods have changed
the end goal is the same.
With our face toward the sun, we have endured pain we can’t even begin to fathom, yet we find joy.
With our face to the sun, today we fight in delay but we don’t fight in vain, as our children and their children will experience joy beyond our wildest dreams.