I just found out that I am one of the winners of my local library's poetry contest! :) My winning poem, "Dear Dr. King," is actually one I wrote last year in April as a letter to Martin Luther King Jr. Here it is.
45 years ago today,
You were shot and killed by James Earl Ray.
Sometimes I wonder if you hadn't died,
If you could've done more when you were alive.
Then sometimes I think that by being the martyr,
You helped to do more with things that are harder.
Did you know I walked on your bedroom floor?
That I touched your house,
The kitchen door?
Today you could have been 84.
And teaching what's right.
All of that ended with a bullet in flight.
People filled with hate.
By the time we changed,
It was far too late.
For this never should have happened
To the human race.
How is it that we creatures
With brilliant minds
Could be so hateful
And so blind?
How is it that deep down we knew what was true,
But we would keep screaming terrible things
Until our faces turned blue?
Dear Dr. King,
I'm writing to say,
That I hoped while you lived
You lived every day.