Reflection, 7/13/2016, Deon Mumple
I looked in the mirror and thought I saw me,
Believing I perceived reality,
Then I went to the world to raise my voice,
Make a difference, a positive, helpful choice,
To advocate for those whom I saw were in need,
I worked, asked for help, “Come on, do a good deed.”
Instead the world threw rocks to stone me dead:
Status Quo, nepotism, power, and dread,
Until I was quiet, and they went away.
I got up to try again the next day,
I looked in the mirror to clean off my heart,
Bruised and bitter, I tried to wash the dirty parts
This time even harder, the stones flew at me:
Hatred, mockery, hypocrisy.
Not content just to hurt those I hoped could be free,
They even attacked me personally:
“How dare you, we’re just fine, fix your own life first,
The way we see it, we’re the best, you’re the worst.”
The rocks broke my hope, and even shattered
The dream for my quiet voice to be heard.
I looked in the mirror, nothing looked back at me,
Invisible silence, trapped in captivity.