This is the face of two races.
This is the face of a promise kept.
This is the face of ancestry from a dozen places.
Yet, this is the face of a hope not yet met.
The dream is realized in these faces.
Yet there’s still work to do.
From the mountaintop we still seek distant places.
There are rivers uncrossed and valleys we’re not yet through.
Take a good look from her chin to her brow.
Those eyes, that smile, that skin is the future.
That is the fierce urgency of now.
That is the hope we must nurture.
When MLK wanted children of all races to walk hand in hand.
He had to have known where it would lead.
To a guarantee of true equality across a land.
Filled with faces like these.