Come, take part- are the words that called out.
Come, see- are the words that whispered.
Come, feel- are the words that repeated
until I made last weeks journey.
In Kelly Ingram Park
the presence of marchers,
from the 60's
filled, dropped, and I let them.
The weight of what happened during that decade
Who am I to stand here and cry?
Who am I to stand here and weep?
Who am I to stand here and feel?
I am what happens when freedom is demanded
not asked for.
I am what happens when freedom is
taken back to where it belongs.
I had every right to stand there and
The 16th Street Baptist Church stood, watching, waiting
and when I was ready I stepped up
and let that church hug me in its shadows.
I'm sorry- are the words I whispered.
I'm sorry- are the words I called out.
I'm sorry- are the words I repeated
to the church,
to its shadow,
to the names
of four girls who should still be here.
In Birmingham, Alabama
the past lingers in the air
like it lingers in me,
waiting for someone to come
hear its call,
I'm sorry are the words I said
and today I say,
Thank you for your welcome.
Thank you for hearing.
Thank you for seeing