this is me for you
pounding pavement
this I do
this is me for you
this is for the bluebird
hanging in the sky
this is for the shrew
whose habitat survives
through pounding
on the pavement
this is what I do
this is me for you
in the tales of
Dickens compassion
resides in the fire
of Oliver’s eyes
no one resides in
straw houses here
houses
built on lies
villains won’t survive
if we don’t normalize
them
pound the pavement
pound the pavement
this is what
I do
this is me
for you
our brother
Billy is a martyr
off he goes to die
and then they
ask us yes they
ask us
with a smirk
in their eyes
and devilish wiles
why can’t you be
like Billy just
go off and die
but with our
placards and
our sneakers
in this space
we occupy
we honor all
the ancestors
and keep the
drumming live
this is what
we do
pound the pavement
yes we do
this is
we for you
Rosa stood
for all humanity
when she took
a seat
cutting racism at
it’s core in
order to restore
a faith in
human dignity
and so like Rosa
we must rise
if we desire
to boot bigotry
out the door
this is what
we do
pound the pavement
yes we do
this is we
for you
the rainbow arc
that began with
walking and
words that fly
when the sons and
daughters reach
for the sky
it will survive but
it is up to us
head to the streets
pound the pavement
beneath our feet
for this is what
we do
this is we for you
pounding pavement
yes we do
this is we for you
Anne's mediocre poetry 