We’re all born a king.
Because , we all have a dream lingering inside of all our minds, pressing against the bars we’ve been told to weld together to cage such insane thoughts.
Like, we should all be treated equal, as though whatever shade God decided to color us in was more important than any other color in that celestial crayon box.
Or maybe, those thoughts aren’t so insane.
Maybe those beautiful, almost dangerously unselfish dreams are just the nightmares to those who think that such rainbow-inspired visions will cut the strings they’ve taken so long to weave into the fibers of our still color-challenged society.
One king, no matter how earth-moving his voice can be, cannot possibly rip those threads for good unless he has the legions of his brothers and sisters to carry on his dream when he can no longer tangibly do so.
Our voices, our dreams, our passion needs to carry on and not rest on one speech. We need to realize that and not let that sonic-boom in his lungs fade as we breathe our own passion into that wind of change.
Let us not forget that our voices are just as important to carry that torch all the way home.
Our tongues are destined for so much more than the prisons we’ve placed them in.
Let that fire in your voice echo, greeting the open air like an old friend, and cascading the warmth in your chest like a mother’s smile to assure all those who have not found the courage to speak loud enough to shatter the barrier they’ve put up that there is still a reason to fight for something far more equal than what we know right now.
Thank those for those for their considerable attempts at stopping the beating lungs god gave you, but know that your breath is not wasted as quaking lips reverberate to the tune of dreams ringing in their vocal cords, Hallelujah.
Because there was never something worth saying without the truly malevolent trying to stop it.
And don’t forget to praise those who walk with you, assuring you that your love is stronger than those who bastardize it to bits.
Hold their hands and sing with joy that this is worth it whether they are black, or white or any color god hand-picked -- because there is no difference.
Speak out against those who slaughter and then sing justice, because how many more lives need to be stripped from our world to only prove we all bleed red?
Let our hearts beat with passion like a symphony of solos somehow playing perfectly in tune as we pass one another so obliviously.
Hold out your arms and let this kind of dangerous unselfishness be passed out much more often than those few times a year we realize how beautiful the world can be and how much it needs to be nurtured back to good health with soup and hugs and compassion.
Don’t be so afraid of our modern-day fire-hoses, watering us like flowers who only have thorns. We were meant for so much more. We were meant to spread our wings and compliment how beautiful we are, all of us. Every color. Every size. Every background. Every problem. Everything.
To understand and listen closely to whispers like airplanes and passing trains over our head.
Catching our breath as we realized how lucky we truly and how silly it was to be afraid in the first place.
Don’t be so silly. Don’t be so fowl, because there is no need for that torment when there is much work to be done.
We are not done with the voice we were blessed with to insure that fruition of equality and the tangibility of a dream worth sharing.
We are not done with a king’s work.