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"Inspiration Station"
THAT PROFOUND MESSAGE!
a Poem Written By: Meetta J. Martin
My Father was born in 1915,
in a small southern town.
He was a true, brown skinned, farm raised country boy.
He was the baby of 2 boys and a girl, the last of three.
He cherished his mother.
Learned all she had to offer!
He watched her work hard, both suffer and prosper.
My father helped his mother work in a cotton field.
He knew first hand what prejudice was and what bigotry IS.
HE LIVED IT!
It taught him some valuable lessons.
He knew better how to survive AND get over!
He understood how to deal.
My father had a strong faith.
He laid his dependency on the Lord Christ Jesus.
I know that he didn't learn to do that all at once, but
HE LEARNED IT, is what 's most important!
Really, that is all!
His life time... brought wisdom.
He had bad memories of racism, but he didn't let the memories devour him.
In this, my father was an amazing man!
He lived in the time of lynching while racist, hateful whites
cheered as the colored mans bodies were flynching.
WHAT A PROFOUND MESSAGE.
these violent, unmerciful acts sent!
"You Darkie, You Nigger, go back from whence you came!"
WHAT CHOICE DID WE HAVE?
"We didn't land on Plymouth Rock,
Plymouth Rock Landed on us!"
So, said a very, POWERFUL, STRONG, COLORED MAN!
My Dad lived in a time when the colored man just wanted to be viewed as "HUMAN".
Those hateful white racists, didn't stop at the lynchings.
THAT was thrown for good measure!
THAT was thrown in with a host of other injustices!
They raped the colored woman
AND killed their little church going children.
They slaughtered them like animals!
How's that for viewing them like human?
Now, before you disagree with me, Read THEIR history!
These things were particularly rampant in my Dads home town area, and all across the board!
Remember I said, my dad was Southern born!
Still, somehow my father got out.
He lived to tell, but he never really did!
My father never could change the color of his skin, but he changed the mindset in which he used to live!
Early in my life, my Dad,
though having confessed to hating whites,
NEVER, EVER taught me to hate them!
My Dad, instead taught me to consider people in their individuality.
NOT to consider them by the skin in which they were born in!
Though, I was just a small girl, less than the year of ten,
my spirit held on to what my father said,
considering the life experiences of this man.
Judge by character and not by the skin we're in and
please don't clump people all together!
INIDIVIDUALITY, That Profound Message!
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