One Street

We the people, dark but equal
light-skinned, but never seen through
gather amongst each other as lovers, sisters & brothers
dismissing the intuition to view ourselves with suspicion,
we live by those who dream, and die for those who listen
in keeping with common sense, we reap by consequence
ever-sewing the seed, our hearts longing to bleed
Stains
that run so deep, you'd wonder what they're running from
people who chose to sleep despite the fact the night was done
still we sing
for we the kin of the caged bird, take flight
not on winds, but on that of brave words
RE:connect
in the spirit of those who climbed into the night
our faith mirrors the moth,
in knowing we've reached THE LIGHT.