WritersCorps Open Mic Mission High School San Francisco, CA
Where Were You for Dr. Martin Luther King
Stay with that dream That makes you want to ring Freedom!
Cause I too have a dream that stands in this time Where you need more than a dime on these streets to survive. I wish all of this would stop. Youth killing each other with them silver shells.
Dr. King, please tell me, What would you do if you'd seen The things I see today? Your brothers, my brothers are taking each other's lives.
Levantay crosses the street into a rain of bullets. People duck and scream as the blood from His chest forms an ocean of hate.
I need guidance. I gotta call on those before me who also had that dream That continues to ring Freedom!
As EMTs give CPR, news cameras form a circle to capture images of Levantay, of the young lifeless body with their lenses which take his soul and never return it.
Now follow me to this country, Iraq. Look there. You see this man on his knees with puffy eyes looking to the sky. Now look around, there are weapons everywhere. This country is being destroyed and children are dying. Please, Doctor King, I need guidance in this world with so much violence.
Rosa Park's boycott was hard like the concrete Levantay stained. How will I take up your voice, Rosa, to turn to America and speak these words and ask these questions?
Where were you when this boy fell?
Walkin on the beach with your dog? Did you hear the gunshot that put the hole in his chest and the stain on the sidewalk?
I was in the shower, but I saw the stain.
If you look at the blood stain you can still see his face. It looks like the Girbaud Tee he was wearin.
If you lean close and look beyond the foot prints of the pedestrians you can almost see his face expression when the bullet hit him.
Examine the stain. You can hear his last word And almost smell his breath.
Some people say they can see the imprint of the design of his freshly parted braids. Some say they can see the shoe print of his brand new Jordans.
My question to you is where were you when this boy fell?
When this boy fell a grandma was pulling fresh cookies out of an oven.
When this boy fell a man was picking his 3-year-old up from day care.
When this boy fell a mother was giving birth to her new baby boy and she named him Levantay.
Where were you?
Dr. King, was that your body fallen on the sidewalk? Are you speaking through me now?