Poem: Let freedom Ring: Reflections in the Mirror (In Honor of Black History)

Let freedom Ring: Reflections in the Mirror (In Honor of Black History)

by Ruben White 

In a land where the past wears a crown of thorns,  

History’s pages are tattered and worn,  

With tales of triumph and battles fought,  

Yet some still think progress can be bought.  

Judging a person does not define who they are, it defines who you are. 

Oh, the irony of freedom wrapped in chains,  

Where laughter echoes through sorrowful pains,  

Like a jester at court, with a grin so wide,  

Yet the punchline is sharp, and the truth can’t hide.  

Judging a person does not define who they are, it defines who you are. 

From the fields of cotton to the halls of fame,  

They painted our history like a twisted game,  

With heroes and villains, oh what a show,  

But who’s really winning? Just look at the glow!  

Judging a person does not define who they are, it defines who you are.

We dance on the ashes of dreams deferred,  

With rhythm and blues, our voices are heard,  

Yet some still prefer the silence of shame,  

While we turn up the volume and play a new game.  

Judging a person does not define who they are, it defines who you are. 

So here’s to the storytellers, bold and bright,  

Who weave our history with laughter and light,  

For in every punchline, there’s wisdom to find,  

A mirror reflects the soul of mankind.  

Judging a person does not define who they are, it defines who you are.

Let’s toast to the past with a wink and a smile,  

For the journey is long, but we’ll go the extra mile,  

With humor as armor, we’ll break down the walls,  

Because in unity’s laughter, equality calls.  

Judging a person does not define who they are, it defines who you are.