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by Stu
I filed into my local municipality this morning
At 7:30 am in the small town of Lindenwold, NJ I was already voter number 200.
I’d been in this court room before, but never like this
No requests for a lawyer
No silent sighs of traffic fines and
Fines from not being able to pay those fines.
No, something was different today.
A mother took her two daughters behind the curtain with her.
Who are you voting for Mommy?
Sound it out the teacher told her young Pupil.
Sound it out baby girl.
O-BAM-A she said.
I looked around at the people in line with me
Some dressed in house coats
Some covered in tattoos
Some hoping that hope floats
Some with the paper open reading the news
One lady quietly sat there
Humming we shall overcome
And the silence of my thoughts was broken
As the mother in the booth beckoned her younger daughter
Sound it out baby.
O-BAMA.
Another old lady sat waiting her turn
She announced her spot in line for all newcomers
“That’s where I am young man”
“I just can’t stand too long, especially after walking here.”
But I wasn’t going to miss this for the world
Sound it out baby
O-BAMA
Can I give you a ride home Ma’am
A Young man asks the old lady as he exits the booth
I’ll wait for you, however long it takes.
I’m off today, so it don’t matter.
I just can’t let you walk back if it’s that hard for you to stand
Sound it out baby
O-BAMA
Back in my hometown,
Baltimore, Maryland
People snap pictures with their cell phones
Waiting in line for 2 hours with no complaints or shows of ignorance
Not for concert tickets, or free giveaways but for the sole purpose of suffrage.
Sound it out baby
O-BAMA
There’s a change in the air
The kind of change when enough have had enough
When self serving agendas and motives give way to
Not just to the idea of hope, but to a belief in hope.
How dare we believe in hope
All those black people shoved into a tight space,
But you dare not use a N-word
Sound out the O-Word
O-BAMA
This is the end of the campaign,
But the beginning of change
Don’t let the passing of a day
Or a week
Or a month make you forget what you believed in today.
Don’t let it dampen your appetite for change.
Don’t let it steal your dream for a better tomorrow
Based on what you did today.
Sound it out baby
O-BAMA
Sing it out baby
O-BAMA
Scream it out baby
O-BAMA
Live it out baby
CHANGE...
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