The Revolution Will Rhyme

The revolution will not be televised 

The revolution will not be streamed live on Facebook, Twitter, or IG TV

You will not be able to start it over if you missed a part

And you won’t need to tap it twice to see it’s heart

The revolution will not be brought to you by Nike, the NFL, or Jay-z

We will watch it succeed in HD without taking a knee

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will be live

The revolution will thrive

And the revolution will rhyme 

The revolution will be led by black women who are just tired enough to do it ourselves

It will be rhythmic enough for us to follow the beat

Using drums and tambourines focusing on the two and four beats

Like a secret language that comes naturally

It will get louder when it’s calling for the people’s attention

And quieter when it wants the people to listen

People listen

The revolution will be direct and unwavering without concern of being looked at as angry

It will be as big and natural as a black panther’s afro without worrying about opportunity

It will be as interwoven as locs but there will be nothing dreadful about it 

And when light shines on the revolution it will create a halo around it

The revolution will rhyme

It will be syncopated 

It will harmonize

It will be call and repeat

The revolution will rhyme

The revolution will leave no man behind

It will not be developed just to be displaced

It’s focus will not be extracted and refocused or repurposed 

And the burden of education and comfort will not be placed on the oppressed

While understanding and tolerance is gifted to the oppressor

You will not be able to binge watch the revolution

Rewinding the comfortable triumphs and fast forwarding through the hurt

You will not be able to DVR the revolution or avoid spoiler alerts 

Or save it for a day that you choose to see it’s worth

You will not be able to mute the revolution for it will be loud

And you will not be able to shame the revolution for it will be proud

The revolution will rhyme

It will hold your attention and retain your momentum

It will float like a butterfly and sting like a bee

It will hit even harder than Muhammad Ali

It will stand on the shoulders of those who died on their knees 

Screaming “You can take me from my freedom but you can’t take my freedom from me”

The revolution will hold this country accountable forcing it to keep its promises 

Promises that guarantee life liberty and the pursuit of happiness   

It will be something to behold

It will be so cinematic that Ava Duvernay will create a documentary about it

It will be a complete overhaul not just a quick fix

The revolution will rhyme

It will not always be politically correct and it will not be required to forgive and forget 

The revolution will remember all those who crosses it’s path 

With a message fierce enough to make opposition fear its wrath

It will march through the valley of the shadow of death without regret of its path

And it’s coming for what it’s owed refusing to settle for half

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will be live 

The revolution will thrive

And the revolution will rhyme 

Author:

Jillian Hanesworth

Jillian Hanesworth was born and raised on the East side of Buffalo, NY. She began writing at the age of 7, when she would write songs for her mother to sing in church. She later took a break from writing to successfully pursue educational goals, and worked to obtain a BA in criminal justice and law focusing on reform.

Currently, Jillian is the Director of Leadership Development at Open Buffalo - a non profit organization focusing on racial, economic, and ecological justice, and a teaching artist with the Dunbar Project at Ujima Theater. She is the recipient of the 2020 Alt-imate Activist award presented by the WNY Peace Center, as well as a 2021 Buffalo Business First 30 under 30 awardee. Jillian is also the first ever Poet Laureate in the history of Buffalo after she spent 2 years advocating for the existence of the role. Jillian loves and lives for the community and exemplifies that in all that she does.

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