This is not a dream (1/18/97)
Martin didn’t just dream, he walked
Rosa didn’t just sit, she stood
Fannie didn’t just sing, she shined
Malcolm didn’t just talk he listened
The Panthers didn’t just pose, they cooked
Medger didn’t just die, he organized
Students didn’t just study, they came
Ministers didn’t just pray, they made choices
Sisters didn’t just cry, they yelled
Brothers didn’t just march, they joined hands
Children didn’t just follow, they led
America didn’t just watch, we changed
This is not a dream
This is not a test
This is for real
This is for real
Stop dreaming - walk
Stop sitting - stand
Stop singing - shine
Stop talking - listen
Stop posing - feed
Stop dying - organize
Stop studying - come
Stop praying - choose
Stop crying - yell
Stop marching - join hands
Stop following - lead
Stop looking - change
This is not a dream,
it is for real.
(c)1997Katrina C. Hopkins
Submitted by katrina on Tue, 01/17/2006 - 12:42pm.
This is the prayer I offered at the We Are Family Interfaith service which was held on October 16th, 2005 to protest of the exclusion of queer representation at the Million More March. It was well received, and the Christian minister who delivered the main sermon not only made mention of my prayer, he also gave me a big hug at the end of the service. It was very touching. There is hope.
Greetings. I extend a special greeting to the ancestors and beloved dead, to the sacred allies and angels, to the elders and oracles, to the griots and shaman, to the magicians and ministers, and the priestesses and holy men, as well as to all our gods, and all our sacred paths.
I greet you as a poet, a priestess, a warrior and a witch. And I offer in honor of all who have gathered this simple prayer.
Submitted by katrina on Fri, 12/16/2005 - 1:29pm.
Sitting in this sidecar while George is careening into crowds of pedestrians and other motorists, I am aware of how little I can do to steer this thing. All I can do is fight with him as he ignores all traffic laws and even simple generosity while running roughshod all over the road.
Often I have to strike at him madly just to capture his attention long enough to pass by some children before he notices them. George loves to smash into groups of children, elderly and even a few well to do citizens on their morning walk. Often he laughs in anticipation of the carnage, which is my queue to lash out at him madly.
Submitted by katrina on Sun, 12/11/2005 - 3:03pm.