I’m my ancestors’ wildest dream
Slaves who survived by any means
Necessary, freedom was a sweet blessing
Angels cheering for me, down from heaven
We can’t imagine living each other’s life
I can’t fathom their daily pain, struggle, and strife
So every class, test, event and game
I work hard and smart so that I can claim
Success for them, me, and my family
Their survival and sacrifice is what made us free
So I make a daily vow
To make them proud
Me a rookie on my family’s team
I’m my forefathers’ wildest dream
I’m my ancestors’ wildest dream
Middle class but my great grands think I’m a king!
Slaves made this country great beyond every measure
Died broke but gave us all invaluable treasure
I share their blood, hopes, dreams, and genes
What didn’t kill them all, made them sing
Spirituals of low sweet chariots
They slept on the floors so we can stay at the Marriotts!
I thank them daily for their sacrifice
They all paid the ultimate price
I time travelled back into the distant past
150 or so years ago if you do the math
To see my great grandfather who was born a slave
An asset, his second Master’s $500 mortgage paid
He died free so they put a different name on his grave
Than the one that his cruel captors gave
Branded, bought and sold with a mortgage
Then discarded like lost goods for years left in storage
The ‘land of the free’ was a Ponzi scheme
But it’s okay and why I say that I’m their wildest dream.
Author: Jason Moore
I have the honor, no, the privilege of being Keisha’s husband (since 2000) and Zoe’s father. I am a Navy Veteran and have worked in the Auto industry for over 20 years. I am am also a poet who writes one page rhyming poems. Interesting fact: My great grandfather (William Moore) was born in 1852. His original last name was Gordon, but during the Civil War, he was sold to the Moore Plantation near Nashville, TN. He was enslaved for 13 years until Emancipation ~1865!