A MILLION MEN CAME TOGETHER THAT DAY
Attended the Million-Man March in 95.
I believe it was an awesome way for the One Million Men to came together that day.
That included, me, my brother and some of the fellas from around the way.
It was a life-long journey, just four hours’ drive away.
The haters expected a million man riot.
It was awesome to see, that even law enforcement joined in to see what we would be.
There were those who rung the bell announcing the Blackman’s death knell.
While the bell might have chimed, it was not for me and mine.
Whatever God you see on bended knee, knew shame was not to be.
Starting the journey, each of us counted one another as friends.
On the way home, we committed to being brothers that day and until the end.
Our alliance consisted of less than ten.
Somehow, we formed a bond with one million men.
A once in an eternality experience.
A gift from God, to be unwrapped by One Million-Men, Containing a box of ageless wisdom, all we needed do was roll up our sleeves and just dig in.
The gift was not for display or telling tales of that day.
It was a gift to be worn, a custom fit to be adorned.
It was not about the speeches heard that day.
It was all about the bonding of One Million Men in a God inspired way.
One Million Black-Men speaking in One Voice. Singing Brotherhood, Fatherhood and Fidelity to Womanhood.
A perfect storm that took four hundred years to form.
Pouring down a purging rain, creating a worldwide release of pain.
An awesome roar of which I was proud to be a part.
Sending out an echo that I pray never dies in any way.
A Million Black Men, coming together as one.
Drowning out lies told of what happens when Black Men come together to sound out in a single cry.
I don’t know their names, but connected we are.
A melding of minds and spirits that came together that day to take to the streets and share a hope for a better way.
Not sure if this is something to recreate.
It’s a once in a lifetime experience, singing that we can control our own fate.
Don’t know where they all are today.
I pray that they recognize that we made history that day.
One Million Men traveling from near and far, for no other reason than making the point that we ARE.