Taste The Rainbow

If I could taste the rainbow and the color of it sweetness.
If I could taste the mystery of all of its uniqueness
I believe the end would be bittersweet.
A taste so worthy, yet so far out of reach.
If I could taste the rainbow, would it be the flavor of Emmit Till’s
whistle, or the words he spoke to the white woman at the store?
Tell me why is it such a chore, to obtain the freedom we are fighting for?
Jessie Jackson  developed the Rainbow Coalition.
I’m not sure if he was led by God, or his own intuition.
Maybe marching with the King, robbed him of any inhibitions.
His attempt to PUSH the rainbow and create a Safe Haven,
A place for little black girls and boys of Chicago to play in.
A political platform, so to speak.
But black children in Chicago are still dying in the streets.
I find myself still chasing a taste of the rainbow of his dreams.
Brown vs the Board of Education was suppose to end segregation,
Yet, the division still exist.
Marked by the poverty lines and tax dollars,
Unfair testing, and no books for the poor.
Why is it such a chore, to obtain the freedom we keep fighting for?
Chasing the colors of the rainbow, wanting to taste equality.
If I could taste the rainbow that Martin Luther King dreamed,
Non-violent and united we’d stand, tasting the sweetness of the rainbows in the land.
Mr. ROY G BIV, when will you give us a chance to live?
I know that black absorbs all light,
So our color is not seen in the prisms of light, but we still fight!
Fighting to be recognize as Women and Men.
Not judge for the color of our skin.
God promised never to destroy the earth with rain again,
That is why He created the rainbow, to remind us, never again!
Yet you can’t see killing us as a sin, because of the melanin in our skin?
We can’t enjoy the promise because you keep enslaving and slaying our men!
Slaying them with nooses, guns, and chains.
Slaying with them words, media and fame.
Slaying them with disrespect, segregation, and incarceration.
Killing our voices in the sounds of the storm,
Yet no rainbow exist in my window pane.
Only the names of the black men that you’ve slain!
Emmit Till, Medgar Evans, Martin Luther King,
So many other whose names  we don’t  know.
Now Trayvone Martin, murdered for wearing a hoodie and desiring a cold ice tea,
Gun down in the street. Stand your Ground? There is blood at your feet!
He was simply trying to taste the rainbow. Yet, I will not admit defeat!
I want to enjoy the taste of the rainbow, in this life time!
Enjoy the color spectrum one color at a time,
Smell the aroma of the colors and savor the essence of its presence,
Feeling free to walk down the street, and taste a rainbow in the flavor of peace!

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