As my homage to Black History Month, as well as Martin Luther King, Jr., I am posting this poem from my new friend that I met via snail mail. An inmate by the name of David Spicer in Colorado. He’s an intelligent man who understands his mistakes and is very articulate in expressing his views. I guess time does do a body,mind and spirit some good.
I really appreciate him for replying to my letter, as I am very adamant about getting to the root of the problems with the stigma attached to Black men in thinking that jail and prison is cool. The trend must stop in order for us to get better, and I feel that his poem is aiming at my target perfectly.
Martin Luther’s (sic) Dream
He paid the price with his life
How many do you know that would make
That sacrifice? If he could speak
Now about the dream, I’m sure he
would scream. Black on Black
crime at an all-time high. Why does any
Black child has to die?
We used to die for the dream and
The freedom to speak. Now we
Just die over Air Jordan sneaks.
When will we stop being dope fiends…
Wanna be Kings and Queens,
and really start living
Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream?
~ King David