Bryant—Lawn Vespers Performance
On Friday night, I had the privilege of participating in the Lawn Concert Vespers programming. My friend Nate Melville played keyboard while I delivered a spoken word. I feel like the poem is the kind that many people can relate to it, especially those who are thinking about college or struggling to close out a college year so I’m going to share the script here. Hope you enjoy it!
Immigrant, lost, insecure
Strange feelings. I’m not so sure
If if I’m accepted, can I play ball?
I’m not that great; not that tall,
I played marbles as a child, dirt and sticks, know what I mean?
Grades and sports told me I was not good enough,
Not able to compare,
I remember my momma had no patience with B’s,
A’s only. I just wanted to make my
so he could brag about me at work.
Soy Mexicano, but I have a dream.
America told me I should try harder, upward mobility
Increased by my ability to repeat what teachers wanted to hear;
Cesar Chavez put me in the “Yes, we can” team and
Malcom Gladwell had me believe the American dream;
Could be mine if the tipping point was right,
may be even a trophy wife,
and everything else upper middle class
I’d like to say it’s gone, that these feelings are dead and gone
But these wars in my head won’t stop
Racism, hunger, and desire color my eyes
And every day it’s like I
pick between seeing many enemies
Or hearing companies of brothers–sisters too.
How does the leopard change his spots? How does
the immigrant let go? How does a heart become new?
I say resurrection, the insurrection against the old
starting a new story, different from what’s been told
following the road opened up by that interesting Rabbi
who said on a mount, I
fulfill the dreams of the oppressed, the stepped on, and the poor.
He lived it too. Tax collectors, whores,
the crooked, and the abused falling apart.
People from all kinds of shores,
He opened up His arms wings and all drew near.
He slept and all wondered where
did the story go?
But the show’s barely begun, oh there He goes
On to a new first day, a different kind of gardener
Opens up a different kind of garden;
Inviting the races to end their divide,
one in Christ. Why fight?
Where the Mexicano with a dream
And any other dreamers can enter and rest.
New identity. New belonging. Adopted and accepted
By the one who formed the seas; and when my
Heart aches because there are cracks that dollars can’t satisfy
I know His love is there. And when there is evil that overruns my world
I curl up in Him and know His love wins.
Death where is your sting?
And materialism does your victory ring?
The racist, prejudiced, covetous, riddled by corruptibility way of life is ended.
The story of glory of the new kingdom is here and…
Hush…resurrection, can you hear it? It’s the dissonant chord in the melody.
Can you feel it?
Yes, you fit in.