ThePoetry
“Dear Sam Cooke”
By Camille Woods
My grandma was born by the river
in a little house
and you know she tells me about the running
Catfish River and the Mississippi clay
And about the change she expected
About the change that’s suppose to come
Living is hard
and it seems dying is easy
Easy to be in the sky
away, with God
Yes, a long time coming
Still not here
I wonder will it come…
See, at the movie downtown
they are playing “12 years a slave”
and those that hang around
turn into Trayvon Martins and Michael Browns
Still a comin?
I wish I knew
It was comin.
This change
I tried my brotha, I say, “Help Me Please”
but he just turns on the TV
I wonder if I can last
If I am able to carry on
I’m only 19 and they say I’ve got a long time comin
but somehow I’m suppose to know
about the change my grandma expected
about the change that’s suppose to come
ThePoets&ThePoetesses: Note from the Creator
Hello, I am Camille Iman, the creator of this column and the author of the poem above. I have decided to include this poem as a response to the happenings in Ferguson. I hope that you will feel compelled to speak up and WRITE out your frustrations, emotions, or even actions that were aroused by the court’s decision. AggieAnglous wants to know what you think of the current state of America and what the decision says about our nation on a larger scale.
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