Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Marry Me


I’ve jumped brooms
in my blood
before I was me,
and now that I am,
I still can't be free.

As I travel on
I need you to see
I'm walking these streets
an invisible me,
a second class citizen
who wants to be free.
‘Though death do us part
you won't marry me.

I’m a slave to a system
We all know so well.
My ego's still smarting
From Don't ask, Don't tell.
I can't be in love,
I've no license to be.
Though I say “I do”,
you won't marry me.

We’ve been to the mountain top
Climbed to be free.
We’ve played by the rules
Of the Democracy.

We will ask!
We will tell!
We will march and raise hell!
We’ll riot and picket,
We’ll strike and rebel!

We’ll demand equal rights!
We’ll demand to be free!
By the time we have finished,
You will marry me!

I have dreams like my neighbors
Of settling down
Of snow days
And school plays
Of birthdays with clowns.
Of laughter filled evenings,
My family and me—
Of my happy ending
When you marry me.

©2013 Cedric L. Jones
(from the upcoming poetry book We the People)


"The Future" taken at 2011 NYC Heritage of Pride 
©2013 Cedric L. Jones



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