in Our Democracy
Hometown: Chicago, IL
Major: Broadcast Journalism
I am blossoming-pushing forth, developing, eager to spring up, to touch the
sky. I live in a time of unrest, however, for weeds of injustice, segregation
and civil unrest encroach upon me daily. The feet of segregationists and civil
rights activists alike have crossed my path. Some having bruised my petals and
caused some to fall away.
Echoes of a loud cry for democracy can be heard. A surge of excitement is
engulfing the people for a speech is being delivered that is awakening the
spirit of men, the spirit of goodwill. “A dream…” the man says. A chance
for change, a chance for equality, a chance for peace, a chance for hope, a
chance for democracy.
But quicker than spring can turn into winter, a cold chill and dark clouds glaze
over, and my life and those close to me suffer an untimely demise. This- an
attempt to extinguish the sprouts of a democratic process.
Undaunted by this, I have relentlessly returned every year and by doing so my
perennial nature has allowed me to see some change…strides, advancements,
growth and development.
Thirty-seven years have passed and some voices have silenced, some just above a
whisper, but others cry out, for there is still room for improvement. With
proper care and love, I’ll bloom again next year pushing forth, developing,
eager to spring up to touch the sky. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll be one step
closer to the realization of that man’s dreams.
© 2001 Teniece Thurston