The Stolen Moment — For Ketanji Brown Jackson

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We saw her
Seated in apparel befitting her beauty
She was sturdiest, calmest, and simple
Her hailed nomination by many
Created fear in her rivals
And in response, they chose to steal her moment
They stood low, they seek to humiliate her pride and her achievements
As they felt her beauty and her vigor, even her calmness and tact.

She is our judge, many yelled,
The judge of ordinary people,
black and coloured, refined white and their children
Even her intellectual rivals.

Our black judge
Destined to the supreme bench
For years and years to come
She is a woman, mother, and a virtuous wife
She is a lawyer to admire
And her best advice to us youth
Is to ‘’persevere’’.

Our judge
The destined judge
The black woman
Her fame dyed in humility
She was calmest and even steadiest.

This untouched, golden lawyer
Even when she was asked to define “a woman”
Her answer was “I can’t”
She melted our souls with her resilience
In her perseverance, she was unique and peaceful.

Our Judge’s moment, meant to be stolen,
Calculated to be tested,
she failed to give them a reason
to distrust her character
She convinced us that she studied
to prove herself without shame.

This workwoman is not afraid
But who has studied to prove herself
“Senator”, she would calmly say
And then, with a pause and smile,
She would pronounce her carefulness in the utmost
calmness humanity has never known.

Was she weak? No
Was her moment stolen, yes
These weak senators who are leftist
Planned and stolen from us the ordinary people
Our moment to have seen,
heard and felt a character built in gold and frames
She remained amazing as she was always.

Today, we were left half hungry
Our Judge’s moment to show herself,
the unknown vigor in an African woman
To teach us virtues and character, all were jumbled
But she still managed to raise the bar
Her character taught us to persevere
With her calmness and character
She taught us that good virtue goes beyond race, age, and class.

Our black Judge
The black woman in blue
Her Senate confirmation will remain a backyard story for us all
Our children shall watch it every dusk
And they shall know that this world has moved
on beyond age, race, and class.

We have wished to know her virtues spoken by herself
We have wished to listen to her story
We have wished to learn about her journey through the thick and thin
And we have wished to learn about her plans for us,
our children, and the future for us the ordinary people
But our leftist senators ruined us all the chances because she is black
But still, she will seat on that bench
And for our brethren, it is just time to accept that America
has changed, and so has the world.

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