She walks around all grand and tall. But inside, in her mind she’s not doing so fine.
You came up to her and asked a few questions. But little did she know that those few questions wouldn’t lead to any answers.
She was moving like Tracy Chapman, in a fast car. She came to realize that after a few days with no water to quench her thirst, that talkin’ about a revolution sounds like a whisper.
You see, she tried to spread her word but her voice didn’t quite resonate through the auditorium.
She gazed out into the audience, searching for their eyes, to feel their emotion.
But she couldn’t see them because they were looking down at their iphone 5s, looking down at their feet even though some couldn’t reach.
She had come to the land of free. To help her friends and family be.
You told her and I, no, so many times. Tried to make excuses which were all lies you scraped out of a book.
But like Maya Angelou, I rise.
Searching for a light at the end of the tunnel. But all she could see was fog, making it seem like there was nothing out there for her.
You walk past her, you don’t stop, you just stare.
Thinking she’s so different from you, like she aint even got a clue…
Who you are, who I am, or who we are.
She burst out onto the field and in the end scored not one, not two, but three goals!
She ran around in a circle, with her arms out like a bird, like a bird she could finally fly.
Finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.
They chanted her name as she walked on stage. She wasn’t wearing beige. But instead the colors of the rainbow. Because she felt like a huge boulder was lifted off of her broad shoulders.
She looked out into the crowd for one last time.
Now she could see into their souls, the same light that filled the end of the tunnel.
Now we weren’t just a drop in the ocean, we were a wave, a wave that the shoulder of a monsoon leans on when it’s feeling a little under the weather.
I wish I could meet her, shake her hand and say thank you.
But I guess that’s impossible since she’s only a fragment of my imagination.
Or is she?
Is she here right now, am I her? Or are we all some complex part of her.
Now I know, I know what the strength of a drop in the ocean should look lie, what it feels like, and how it sounds like.