The Calm after the Storm

By Kacee Llewelyn

The thunder rolls, as the crowds walk in.

The storm we know, is about to begin.

As drops of color fight for a right,

As they try to create a brand new light.

A storm based on single dream,

In hopes to wash away racism with the nights stream.

And all through the night, innocent hearts prayed,

for the lightning and the thunder to fade.

The rain pounded on the windows and the window panes,

Reminding the confused of why it rains.

Yet in the eye of the nights storm,

The dream still remained all tattered and worn.

The rain did not give into the white man’s mistake,

It poured and it poured using all the rain it would take.

And little did we know because of the rain that night,

That in the morning there would be a brand new light.

As I sit on the sidewalk and remember the rain,

I know the world will never be the same.

The streets have been washed and the colors are so bright,

all because of a black man’s fight.

I look at my hand which is held by a color so dark,

And think of the time when this would leave a bad mark.

I see streets cleansed by an innocent dream,

and forget of the racism that was washed downstream.

I look at the smile next to me so bright,

So glad that ancestors put up that fight.

Seeing how the storm impacts me today,

I think the king at night when I pray.

I sitting here thankful for the calm after the storm,

I hold a little tighter this hand so warm.