Passing Time

Passing time

For most of my life, time has passed them by.

They used the shade of their skin to blend in with the night, racing the timekeeper.

Once it seem, time had pause and all colors were finally going to blend into one.

Then the heights by great men, were never acknowledged as time passed them by.

Barely daring to squint in the blaring whiteness the elders crawled over oppression towards greatness

Flowing like water, rolling with the times the grandparents dared to fight for freedom

then time skipped a beat, the earth pause... would time stop again

No, laughing silently time passed our parents by as they were baited off our lands into ghettos.

Time past them by as they triumphantly refashioned the urban meccas of America.

Time opportunities is running out, yet we never caught up.

Racing development, we struggle to plant our feet on higher ground

after hurricane winds blew up our homes and floods washed away all ties

Time past us by as us children eagerly went to overcrowded schools

To show off what dad had brought because he didn't have the time

To spend because

The harder we labored the poorer we became, skipping meals and sleeping in for our birthday present.

Time passed us by as we saved for the new home.

Yes, the hour skipped ahead with each new building.

Time passed us by as the struggled to lose weight, yet we are still hungry but obese.

Time passed them by as they got new allergies in their new home country.

Time passed us by as we unwittingly came together as a community to survive.

Then I opened my eyes and finally saw us passing time. Keeping place. Standing still.