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Mighty

I saw a mural of a valiant warrior

His portrait drawn 30 years ago today

The vibrant colors

Juxtaposed his broad shoulders

Looking straight at us

I wondered, what were his eyes trying to say?

My mom, dad, brother and sisters and I stared

As the majestic painting of this mighty man glared,

The sun was bright, the summer breeze felt silky smooth

I could feel the wind as my freshly braided tresses flew

’Dad, who is this mighty man?’

Have you heard of him? I asked.

The silence of his long pause, intrigued my teen aged innocence.

‘He was more than a mighty man’

My dad sternly replied.

‘He was a mighty soul

He fought for freedom!

No injustice on earth could thwart who he was meant to be.

He was born a black boy, just like you and me.

And yet he lived 80 full years of life, fighting for what was right

He died, valiantly...

So that the future generation would remember him

Just as you’ve perceived him to be

Just like you are meant to be, Son

A Mighty Man, A Mighty Soul, indeed!’


Mighty

By:Santiana Jean-Baptiste

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