Prayer of Hope and Lament

They speak to us as if we were little kids, they don’t expect us to question their sayings.

They expect us to sit and look pretty, they expect us not to speak when we are spoken, they expect to cry when we are told to cry, they don’t see what we see.

They see regular lower class people, they don’t see the poverty many of us are in, they don’t see our pain, they don’t hear our cries, they just don’t see anything we see, we tell them and tell them that we are in need of help. But do they hear us? Do they see us?

Can they even bear to go through what we go through?

A family witnessed their house burn down and no one stopped and helped them out, they say they’ll be there, but does anyone actually see them there?

Can you imagine, what life would be like, if we really committed to our actions? If what we said were the actual consequences of our positions.

That if our politicians actually were involved within our communities, we wouldn’t be where we are now. If the politicians were who they say they are, our community would be in a better place.

No one has been with us since we fought for our rights to be free, no one has been able to help us, us who have done everything for this country and have been paid little respect.

This isn’t what we were meant to be, we meant to be brothers and sisters among others, we were meant to love and cherish everyone we encountered, yet we have failed.

Failed to see that the people dearest to our hearts have stabbed us, left us to die, to die alone.

Our communities are filled with hate, hate that was created by a system that does not help the Mexican Families, the Black Families, the Asian Families, and even the under privileged White Families, that have only brought hope to this country.

They say we are wrong to be here, that we don’t belong here and in no debt to be owed a wonderful freedom, a freedom that no one has been through, in this so called free country that we are in.

One day shall the vote of our fellow citizens, make a difference, a difference we all astride for, a difference for good, that gives us hope. A hope that no one can deprive us of, because no one that does not understand who we are, can ever say our hope is foolish.

Foolish, is the man or woman who dares to interfere within our hopes, and fails to realize that we will make a difference in community. WE are the generations that will make a change and NOT one single person will take that away from us.

We are the change, in all shapes and sizes, in all races, ethnicities and religions, you will not shun us away from what we are destined to do.

You will fear us, as we once feared those in power who never thought we could out smart them.