This is for Martin Luther King Jr. and all of his contemporaries who fought and fight for civil rights, yesterday, today, tomorrow.  Keep pushing forward. In their honor, a poem written by Lucille Clifton (1936-2010) titled:

Won’t you celebrate with me?

won't you celebrate with me
what I have shaped into
a kind of life? I had no model
born in babylon
both nonwhite and woman
what did I see to be except myself?
i made it up
here on this bridge between
starshine and clay
my one hand holding tight
my other hand; come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed