Million Man March a sea an ocean a flood of tears and hugs daps and slaps nappy male love one million caps and crowns and burnt brass faces whoever said it was less didn't count noses or wet eyes didn't hear the black thunder echo or feel the wave of trust that almost launched the Egyptian monument pretending to belong to washington its a new day black man and an early Kwanzaa for mothers and babies who search the stars at night wishing for their sugar looking for their daddies one million men no niggers one million one soul for real columbuses re-discovering themselves finally being woman enough to give birth to a new idea new attitudes a new direction a new day if only one sober solemn sincere son, brother, cousin, uncle father, granddaddy or husband had shown up it still would have been one magnificent holy day but it was much more than that a million times more.