This poem’s title is inspired by a very good movie I watched last weekend, entitled, “White Water.” It stars ageless, handsome, Chi-town homie, Larenz Tate (no I don’t know him personally, but a girl can dream); it also stars the beautiful and talented, Sharon Leal. It’s the story of a young boy in the 60’s who lived in Alabama. Segregation was alive and real. He and his mother sat on the back of the bus, she worked cleaning white families’ homes, and they could only drink out of the water fountain marked ‘Colored.’ One day, the adorable little boy watched a young white boy drink of the water marked for Whites only, and he was convinced that that water had to be better. He spent the rest of the movie with one failed attempt after another trying to drink of the ‘Whites only’ fountain. The movie had a funny twist at the end that spoke volumes to how senseless segregation truly was (my bad, should’ve said Spoiler alert in the beginning ☺). But with everything happening in present day, Flint, Michigan, it makes me wonder, “Have the people in Flint truly been deprived of their access to White Water?” Here it goes…
This not an issue of black vs. white,
it’s a true issue of why are you not treating ALL people right.
What was it about the town of Flint,
that they had to suffer from the city’s budget deficit.
Why would you tamper with the water,
the most important resource that shouldn’t be bartered.
You say the children are the priority moving ahead,
but you didn’t think of them before you pumped them with lead.
Please tell me why this situation resonates like the ghost of segregation decades past,
Seeping through the cracks, rearing it’s ugly head, and causing parents and grandparents who lived through that time to gasp.
It even feels dignified by being spoken on people’s lips,
the evil step sister of equality and best friend of the racism that still exists.
I close my eyes and dream; and I see the colored fountain, straight ahead, running from the Flint river,
its moving slowly, its brown and murky; and sickness and sadness it will surely deliver.
Then I see Lake Huron’s waters, flowing freely; and bringing imperfectly fulfilling glee,
and I stand in the distance watching those who got to share and benefit from it; for they weren’t a resemblance of me.
*Let’s continue to lift up the people of Flint in prayer, and give back in the form of water, monetary donation, time, or whatever you can give*