A Resolution
Yet deterred, by fate alone
Many questionable, conclusions, questions, details
Yet to determine who is the blame
A resolution, only to retroact an opposition
Yet to insist the muddied possibility for change
What a day it was on June 11, 1963
I stared at challenges that would set me free
Saw others do something I never thought would be
Did it so the whole world could see
A young Black woman and a young Black man
Set into motion a brand new educational plan
That was taboo before their cradle’s hand
But time ripened so they took a revolutionary stand
Laid bare an old way and made it new
Without the spill of blood just mental abuse
Showing to others like me what we could pursue
Demonstrating the stance that must continue
Open the door we are coming in!
learn moreThere’s a yellow rose in Texas
That I am a going to see
No other soldier knows her
No one only me
She cried so when I left her
It like to broke my heart
And if I ever find her
We nevermore will part
Chorus:
She’s the sweetest rose of color
This soldier ever knew
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew
You may talk about dearest May
and sing of Rosa Lee
But the yellow rose of Texas
Beats the belles of Tennessee
And now I’m going southward, for my heart is full of woe,
I’m going back to Georgia, to see my Uncle Joe.
You may talk about your Beauregar
Among the sick and wounded ones,
This stricken soldier boy lay,
With glassy eye and shortened breath;
His life seemed slipping fast away.
My heart grew faint to see him thus,
His dark brown face so full of pain,
I wondered if the mother’s eyes
Were looking for her boy in vain.
I bent to catch his feeble’s words:
“I am so ill and far from home.
I feel so strange and lonely here;
You seem a friend, I’m glad you’ve come.
“I want to tell you how our boys
Went charging on the enemy.
