This is For Our Generation...
For those who believe they cannot go,
and for those who have already been ~~~
I CAME TO HEAL
I was forced into creation,
like many other babies born.
I had no will of my own ~ and was offered none.
My land was the land of my 'parents' ~~
those who governed me
were none that I would choose or want.
"What is it my God asks of me?
Why need I come to this cold and unforgiving place?"
I was alone.....
I cried out for someone to care for me ~
but none would come to me.
My 'parents' did not want me, as is the case for many 'children' of this
nation ~~
But, they were given no more choice than I ~~
And they resented me.
I began to feel that I was being asked to do
what no other could ~
what no other would ~
"Oh God, I am so young! Will I ever understand
your request?"
I was alone.....
As I grew, I became envious of the others,
each seemed to have
someone who would come to them ~ care for them,
and look upon them with love.
It seemed to me that all who should love me,
hated me!
Fiercely Proud ~ I gained a strong young frame;
upright and tall; waiting while others placed
marks ~~
strange unfamiliar marks ~~
upon me.
God, what is my purpose? Why must I
endure this loneliness!
Wait ~ I see now what you have asked of me!
Can I do this Lord? Without you?
For I am nothing ~~
And still I was alone.....
Now I am fully grown, I see that many
come to look ~ to stare,
to see what my 'parents' have made ~~
I try to stand proudly
so that some ~ perhaps one,
will look at me and be proud of what I have
grown to become.
There, I see one ~~ just one ~
he leans upon me in the early morn ~ he weeps ~~
I cry out "Why do you weep my son,
you are not alone!
For I am finally here for you!"
Am I no longer alone?
This one ~ he has brought others! Wait ~~
I see so many!
They all stare ~ some begin to cry ~~
some hang their heads.
I stand taller still, and proud of the task
my God has given to me!
Why do they weep so?
And some feel such shame? There!
there are others now!
I want them to see my pride ~~ to feel it.
I stand straight, strong and fearless!
I stretch my soul, trying to envelope them ~~
for I have no arms with which to comfort....
I am NOT alone!
So many now ~ they come day and day again!
I plead
"do not hate me so ~ do not harm me!
Come, know me for who
I am ~~ as I know you.
Surely you must see I was destined
to come to you....
I will hold you with my heart!
Touch me, believe in me ~~
my heart was made from yours;
my soul belongs to all ~~
I am .......
The Wall ......"
By Joanna McKenzie