A Seed From Kenya (That Would Bring Change To America) Poem by Sylvia L. Wisner Molina

At one time in history,
A seed similiar to this one was taken by force to a foreign land.
Intended to always remain at the bottom with no expections to grow, to bloom or to flourish, Where it would be enslaved, mistreated and used for convenience to build up this land, And all at the same time expected to accept being called
Less Than A Man

The struggle from the beginning to the present would document difficult times, Ultimate sacrifices that would claim many lives. But what had to be done was done, in order for this seed to bring Change, keep Hope alive, and to be Essential. No existence, work or sacrifice was in vain. Because now this seed has reached its
Full Potential

Who knew? That history would repeat itself, Only this time by choice, to end up in the most unlikely of places (to state a few) . Who knew? From Kenya soil to Kansas soil, to grow to bloom and to flourish too. To break all stereo-types, barriers and
To Cross The Finish Line

To end a journey from a land, where life was started since the beginning of time, to end up in this land where it was once considered to be, and to be called an
Unwanted Resident
This seed is now called
Mr. President
(Barack Hussein Obama)