Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.
All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.
Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.
Someone is trying to make music somewhere,
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.
We encounter each other in words, words
spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark
the will of some one and then others, who said
I need to see what’s on the other side.
I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,
picked the cotton and the lettuce, built
brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.
Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more
than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?
Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
Praise song for walking forward in that light.
-Elizabeth Alexander (Inaugural Poet)
I meant to write this post a few days ago on Election Day, but I just didn't have time. Most people recognize this poem because it was the "inaugural poem" read by Elizabeth Alexander at President Obama's inauguration. When I first heard it, at Emory's cozy "Harland Cinema" it instantly captivated me and I thought it was so appropriate for the occasion at hand. But everytime I read it...it seems to get even more powerful and take on a new meaning of that particular day that I read it.
Today I am definitely exhaling "praise songs for the day." Honestly, it has been rather difficult to give "praises" for the day, when I feel as though I am barely staying afloat with all the "material" and what not. But even though I have a really big exam coming up tomorrow (Anatomy and Physiology), I am so grateful that I am blessed enough to be in my current situation. My decision is validated even more when we do anything remotely related to the eyes. Just two days ago I ordered my first/second year's equipment. Even though it came up to over $1700 (which I'm using loan money to pay for). It made me really happy.
The fact that I have this opportunity is amazing. It is easy to forget the struggle/plight of others when you are in this academic bubble that is focused more on learn, study, take test...As of last year, it is estimated that ONLY 3% of current practicing optometrists are African American. Did you catch that? 3% that is sooo crazy. However it makes sense since my roommate and I are the only two black people in my class (c/o 2013). I just know that I am doing my very best, while trying to retain some sense of sanity.
In all, I am definitely giving praise songs for the day. Until Next Time...