Lift Every Voice

“Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom, over me

And before I’d be a slave, I’ll be buried in my grave, and go home to my Lord and be free.”

A movement awakened the nation, peacefully protesting with hymns, joining hands, and uniting with a vision that would lead to a glorious road

Nobody said it was going to be easy, but they stood together understanding the shoulders of one man could not carry the entire load

At times the twinkling of the stars would lose their light; cloaked behind clouds of gray

And it seemed the splendor in the color of the rising sun had gradually gone away

They would sing “No more weeping, no more weeping, no more weeping, over me

And before I’d be a slave, I’ll be buried in my grave, and go home to my Lord and be free.”

Their demands had been circumvented some bemoaned their submission that led towards destitution

Steadfast in maintaining a forgiving heart, but wouldn’t mind the swiftness of divine retribution

Some were brutally beaten and arrested- at times confinement felt like being stranded in the desert heat awaiting the Monsoon Rain

Dehydrated from lack of water, exhausted and wounded, using the cactus’ aloe to alleviate their pain

Did this discourage them?  No, they continued to sing “Oh freedom, oh freedom, oh freedom, over me

And before I’d be a slave, I’ll be buried in my grave, and go home to my Lord and be free.”

The opportunity of open arms for equality is what they yearned for; only to be disappointed by the illusion of a mirage

Mortified and brokenhearted; “I have a dream…” Dr. King began, refusing to conform to hatreds façade

When the sun did not comply with setting in the west but mysteriously set in the east

They did not grow weary, trusting they were not alone; their faith in God did not diminish but increased

Stronger their voices roared “There’ll be singing, there’ll be singing, there’ll be singing over me

And before I’d be a slave, I’ll be buried in my grave, and go home to my Lord and be free.”

Our struggle may not be appreciated some will say we march without a cause

However, we must educate ourselves when marching and learn the ins and outs of man’s laws

We must elevate one other; for love is the only substance that heals

Erase selfish intent and have compassion for how others may feel

Have no shame in who you are your uniqueness is your light

When the time comes for us to sing together once again; do not be afraid to fight

Remember “They’ll be glory, they’ll be glory, they’ll be glory over me

And before I’d be a slave, I’ll be buried in my grave, and go home to my Lord and be free.”

Author’s Note:  I have no legal rights to the song “Oh Freedom” used in my poem.  “Oh, Freedom” is a post-Civil War African-American freedom song. It is often associated with the American Civil Rights Movement, with Odetta, who recorded it as part of the “Spiritual Trilogy”, on her Odetta Sings Ballads and Blues album,[1] and with Joan Baez, who performed the song at the 1963 March on Washington.[2] Baez has since performed the song live numerous times, both during her concerts and at other events. The song was first recorded in 1931 by the E. R. Nance Family as “Sweet Freedom”.

Pre.Kaya' Gilkey
Pre.Kaya' Gilkeyhttps://hoping1word.com/
Pre.Kaya’ Gilkey is a Poet, Entrepreneur, Author of debut book Exposed Poetry Memoirs, and Featured Contributor Writer for BIZCATALYST 360°. She passionately developed her website HOPING1WORD.COM to inspire and uplift others. The website focuses on self-improvement, unity, encouragement, and love through poetry, positive affirmations, quotes, and more; while hoping to encourage the world one word at a time.
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Larry Tyler

Powerful message.

Kat O'Keefe-Kanavos

Pre.Kaya, I am so grateful to Dennis Pitocco for sharing your work on Women of Facebook Weekend Blog and for your sharing the words to this insightful and powerful song with us. Sharing.

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