we will walk out our doors marching
to a single tune of solidarity and community.
we hear the drumbeat in our ears as we knock on doors,
an endless line of them of all colors,
all types of people will answer.
young and old, white and black,
welcoming and suspicious.
we will keep going, our pens dangling
sometimes our shoes are wet
and it is getting dark,
our dinner is getting cold.
we are tired
but we still hear the drumbeat of commitment.
we will overcome, yes, we will.