Lt. Col. Ruth Naomi Segres
Yes We Can
Ruth N. Segres ©
"Yes we can."
Initially was the hope of one man.
Then others rallied with him
And said, "That phrase we understand."
"Yes we can."
Was the mantra that was used;
To become the helium balloon
With which others were infused.
Infused to rise above obstacles
And opposition too;
"Yes we can," was embraced by many
Not just a meagre few.
It resonated throughout the world.
It was spoken by many nations, tribes, and tongues.
"Yes we can," was recited by those
Who wanted a change to come.
Those words became inspirational
Bridging generational and racial gaps;
Once conversations were started
Erroneous myths collapsed.
The momentum of those words
Were like a locomotive on course.
As the momentum built
They became a reckoning force.
People said we can make a difference.
Together we will join hands;
To change the course of history
Oh, "yes we can."
Our differences can work for us
They can help create a diversified plan.
We can talk through what would divide us
Oh, "yes we can."
We can judge based upon the content of character
And not upon the color of one's skin.
We can exchange great ideas
And perhaps gain a friend.
We can right wrongs together.
We can unite and take a stand.
We can fight injustice of any kind.
Oh, "yes we can."
We can explore more galaxies.
Find pyramids in distant lands.
Give aid to the less fortunate,
Oh, "yes we can."
We can accomplish what we desire.
Lock arms to create strong a ban.
We will move forward in the name of justice
Oh, "yes we can."
We can tear down the old regime
Build anew on the rock--not the sand.
Believe in each other's dreams,
Oh, "yes we can."
We can rise from unlikely places
To hold the highest office in this land.
We can walk together in unity
Oh, "yes we can."
We came out in record numbers!
By the millions we took a stand!
Barack Obama became our president
Because unified we said, "oh, yes we can!"
Kings and Queens
Ruth N. Segres ©
They brought over kings and queens
And made them slaves;
In a foreign land,
Which became their grave.
They brought over kings and queens,
Bound by dirty rusted chains;
Whom they sold on selling blocks
And changed their names.
They brought over kings and queens
And made them work in sweltering heat;
Treated them like animals
And often upon their backs they would beat.
They brought over kings and queens
And made them work this land;
Then gave them laws to tell them
Where they could not sit or stand.
They brought over kings and queens
And upon arrival they were made slaves;
In this foreign and distant land
Which became their grave.
I am not a decedent of slaves
But of Kings and Queens!
I'm A Black American
Ruth N. Segres ©
I love my country
But it doesn't love me.
You see I am black.
I mean black as black can be.
I've been called blue-black
And as purple as a plum.
Because I am so dark
Some people have even called me dumb.
But I am not so dark
That my country won't send me off to wars.
But when I am home in my own country,
I am followed in certain stores.
Yes, I am black.
It's been said blacker than tar.
And the color of my skin
Has been compared to the tires on a car.
But, what does the color of my skin
Say about what I can or cannot do?
And why is the color of my skin
Such a threat to you?
I'm convinced it's not my color
But my ancestral abilities to overcome;
Just like Booker T. Washington, Harriet Tubman,
And Maya Angelou just to name some!
It's not my color that makes you afraid.
It is my intellect. Yes my mind.
I may be a black American
But me, no one will mentally bind!
Discrimination's Sting
Ruth N. Segres ©
Today I felt the sting of discrimination.
At first I became rather mad.
And then I was swollen with bitterness.
And then I became very sad.
Yes, sad for those who would perform such a violent act;
Because discrimination inflicts great pain.
Yes, sad for those who would perform such a violent act;
When there is nothing to gain.
The sting of discrimination is not easily forgotten.
It's pain goes very deep.
The swelling causes great indignation
And from my aura it attempts to seep.
I, the victim fight as not to perpetuate the violence
Which upon me was bestowed.
The sting of discrimination is not easily removed.
It lingers in my soul.
Today I felt the sting of discrimination.
At first I became rather mad.
And then I was swollen with bitterness.
And then I became very sad.
No Friend of Mine
Ruth N. Segres
Jim Crow showed up today
And everyone was aware;
I went to take a seat
And was told I couldn't sit there.
That seat was reserved
But not for one of my kind;
I could sit in the back
But could not cross the line.
The line was defined by color
And if yours was of a darker hue;
There were certain things
That you just could not do.
You couldn't drink from the same fountain.
Couldn't go through front doors.
Couldn't sit in front of the buses.
And couldn't go in certain stores.
You couldn't live in certain areas.
Couldn't go to certain schools.
Couldn't get the things that were needed;
Like meager educational tools.
You couldn't even vote!
Couldn't sit on the theater's floor.
Couldn't go in some folks home,
Unless you used the back door.
You couldn't eat at some restaurants.
Couldn't go in The Inn.
There were always reminders
That Jim Crow wasn't a friend.
I Will Not Assimilate
Ruth N. Segres © 1998
I will not assimilate
To your ways of living.
And no I am not accepting
The handouts that you're giving.
I will not be apart
Of this idea of a melting pot;
Which will strip me of my identity.
Instead, I'll choose my own lot!
I will not buy
Just because you're selling.
Especially, when you don't invite me
Into your home--your dwelling.
I will not sit down
To allow you to stand up;
Because for too long
I've had to drink from life's bitter cup.
I will not shake your hand
And allow you to smile in my face;
When the truth of the matter is
You don't care for my race.
I will not back down
And continue to hold my peace;
When violence and injustices
Against my people increase.
I will not give in!
I will not give out!
But I will continue to stand
On the mountain and shout...
I WILL NOT ASSIMILATE!
Flames of Freedom
Ruth N. Segres ©
The flames of freedom
Burned within my soul.
I wanted to jump and shout
And loose all control.
But then I was told
That freedom wasn't free;
And that certain inalienable rights
Were not meant for me.
I was not considered human.
I was not included.
Even
though
the American flag
Black people always slanted.
But how does one deem
Another so miniscule?
Who gave one the right,
To over another rule?
How do you exclude one group
From singing freedom's song,
And tell them that they don't matter
And that their color is wrong?
When the flames of freedom
Should be ignited all over the place
By red, yellow, black and white
People of every race.
The Heaviness of History
Ruth Naomi Segres © 2020
The heaviness of history
Descended on me like a ton of bricks.
When I heard another black man
From this earth had been ripped.
Ripped from his parents
Shot down in the street;
By the hands of angry white men
Yielding guns and firing heat.
Ahmaud Arbery was out on a jog
There was no crime to commit;
But white men saw him in their neighborhood
And decided that he didn't fit
He was black.
They are white.
And they decided for their neighborhood
Who was right.
Ahmaud was out on a jog
In broad daylight;
When white men not wearing hoods
Did their dastardly deed not waiting until the cloak of night.
He was black.
They are white.
They have been emboldened
To think that they are always right.
Now, not every white man
Is evil like this pair;
There are some white men
Who about all of humanity cares.
But the two that I'm talking about
Took the law into their own hands;
One, a former cop
Who had friends at the top.
So, for over two months
This evil pair walked free;
Until the video of their murder
Appeared on social media for all to see.
The outcry was immediate
Black people's voices were again in the wind;
That our lives didn't seem to matter
And that justice was not our friend.
In February, Ahmaud was out on a jog
It was a bright sunny day.
He was shot down and murdered
But an arrest didn't happen
Until the weekend of Mother's Day.
A day before his 26th birthday
The evil white men were placed in jail;
But justice has yet to be served
We must wait to see what their future entails.
Racism is cancerous.
It eats at all our souls.
Blacks and whites alike
On each it takes a toll.
It manifests differently
Masquerading as power and control,
The haves and the have nots
All the while corroding everybody's souls
Black people are tired.
Our anger and pain are real.
America must have a transformation
In order for all of her citizens to heal.
The heaviness of history
Descended on me like a ton of bricks.
When I heard another black man
From this earth had been ripped.