While I too sing America, I weep because tomorrow is taking too damn long to come...
So what should we do until tomorrow comes?
My Granny once told me to believe what the Bible says that weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. I always wanted to know why we always waiting for joy and if joy can sometimes come before tomorrow because my nights are long, my head hurts, and my heart aches for a tomorrow that's taking a long time to come.
When yesterday's prejudice keeps returning and won't go away, I find myself asking: when will tomorrow come?
Do I stand, and where do I place my hand when America sings, “My country ‘tis of thee sweet land of liberty? Yet liberty's words turn sour, and America the Beautiful has no makeup to cover up the ugliness of its inhumanity to citizens who suffer in silence; I can take a knee until tomorrow comes.
While you gerrymander the lines of my neighborhood in search of votes to bring back the political ghost of an alabaster past, I will keep voting until tomorrow comes.
When the Commonwealth creates uncommon wealth for some while other brothers and sisters starve to live, I will save, invest and build my own wealth and until tomorrow comes.
When injustice rises from the dead and rears its racist past, I find myself wondering again when will tomorrow come?
When men in judicial robes decide to rollback the clock on what a woman can do with the life inside her being, I will fight for her until tomorrow comes.
When my child asks me Daddy how long will they hate me because I'm black like the night, I find myself saying,” Son, I really don't know when tomorrow will come.”
When courts decide to resurrect laws buried deep down in annals of our past to shut down the doors of learning to America's young, gifted, and black, I will read, write, learn and I will create until tomorrow comes.
When blood trickles down liberty's cheek, and bullets from guns blast our children's dreams away, and votes can't be found to say no more I will keep praying for tomorrow to come.
When life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness become just another line quoted like a nursery rhyme while Black like me, still can't breathe, I will fight, I will unite, I will dissent, I will vote and build my own table until tomorrow comes.