On this day, we honor a dream, not soft, not silent, not clean, but loud with justice, bold with pain, Built in the fire, baptized in rain... A man who stood when standing was death, Who preached with courage in every breath, Who said love fights, and love is brave, And freedom is owed, not begged from the grave... Now we hear voices in powerful chairs, Calling civil rights “too much,” “unfair,” Like dignity is disposable, Like history is negotiable. But listen, We are not a chapter you erase, Not a footnote in someone else’s grace... We are the hands that built this land, Black backs, brown dreams, immigrant plans... Rails and roads, fields and schools, stolen labor, broken rules Yet still we rise, still we sing, still demand... So on this day, I use my voice, Not as a whisper, but a choice to say no, this is not okay. No, we are not going away... We are here. Hear us clear. We are not scared. We are prepared... Prepared to march, prepared to vote, Prepared to carry MLK’s hope Not as a memory, not a quote, But as a fire in every throat... You can’t unring this justice bell. You can’t silence the truth that knows itself. We are the dream still walking, still wide awake, and we will not bend, and we will not break... Because this fight is our birthright claim, human dignity, not a political game... So today we rise, and tomorrow too Dr. King, we’re still walking, and we’re walking with you... @Darkfeminine