I am hunched, ready to be struck by a flying hand
When there is yelling, there is pain for my skin color
Yet there is none here,
No sting,
No anger,
Just shouts of love that pierce the blue sky

The further I walk,
The more I cannot feel my feet
Elation is the word I sense
When I look and see black and white together,
For the first time in my life

I look where everyone else is,
Looking for a man dressed in black, manning a podium
Yet I do not see, only hear
The words turn my skin to gooseflesh,
I throw my hands toward the sun
And start to cry

Never have I heard those words spoken before
Never have I seen those races in harmony
Never have I felt this loved,
Appreciated, and connected
This is my family,
Never will I allow my memory to discard
The words spoken,
Emotions felt,
And brotherhood experienced
On August 28, 1963