Where Would I Be? by Lena Jones
Where would I be, if all the world’s ways
Had stayed still as life kept on moving?
If decades of slaves, constrained and unheard
Were left to let man do their bidding?
When women decided that life is a choice
And decisive power should be nurtured by us,
Where would I be if no one had cared
And let their voices settle with dust?
All of the violence coupled with hate
Just to make comfortable living a right
Where would we be if they’d thrown in the towel?
The future could’ve been an unimaginable sight.
So I’m grateful for living and breathing with ease
When so many toiled to bring us out of rubble.
To Ms. Tubman, Dr. King, the brave many
And to millions who’d die again without a spiteful mumble
I’m only sorry we weren’t there to be so humble.