Black History Spoke with Me

It's Black History Month, a time to commemorate,

Let me speak some words that may or may not have been written yet.

I am a woman, a strong, black, beautiful woman,

And when you hear black, your mind goes to Martin Luther King.

The man who said, "I have a dream,"

I know you've all heard of Aretha Franklin,

Because she demanded your guys' respect.

Let's head back to Michael Jackson,

When he taught you all your one, two, three's.

Let's not forget modern day, our beautiful queen B,

Beyoncé, who taught us about survival.

And China Anne McClain who told us that we could all be exceptional,

But a name like mine, you've never heard of,

Santajah Douglass, a beautiful, charming, amazing black female.

Achieving so much at a younger age,

Having a high school diploma, a culinary certification.

She took a trip down South while she was in high school,

To study the Little Rock Nine, knowing the past,

Helping her learn her history to encourage a brighter future.

Oh yeah, this beautiful, remarkable black woman,

With hair so fair and the most beautiful brown eyes,

Tells her black history among her peers and stands tall,

Because she's not finished, nor has she died.

And it's funny because people like to tell a story,

About how she got hit by a bus,

But it wasn't true. Yet, it was interesting,

How they think a black girl, small and frigid,

Could disappear off the face of the earth so easily.

This beautiful black woman, very smart and courageous,

Studied psychology, she is a name that will be written down in history.

If you've never seen my blackness, you probably will never know me,

And if you can't understand that color is beautiful,

You'll never truly understand me either.

My history, my past, my story, my blackness,

It all means something, and I will stand tall,

I will not hide that part of myself from the world.

My blackness is strong, my blackness is fierce,

My blackness is smart, my blackness is beautiful,

And man, it is a work of art etched in my heart.

I only hope that my blackness is seen as more than just a color or a culture,

It is something beautiful, and it is mine.

The beautiful Santajah Douglass is black,

And the world just has to respect that.

With my mouth, I share my words, my thoughts,

On this significant month of honor and reflection.

Black history is not confined to one month,

But it serves as a reminder to celebrate and appreciate.

The contributions, the struggles, the achievements,

Of countless black individuals throughout history.

We remember Martin Luther King's powerful dream,

That echoed through the fabric of time.

Aretha Franklin, the queen of soul,

Whose voice commanded respect and touched our souls.

Michael Jackson, the King of Pop,

Whose music and dance still captivate hearts.

And in the present, Beyoncé, a force to be reckoned with,

Empowering women and breaking boundaries.

China Anne McClain, a young voice of inspiration,

Encouraging us to embrace our exceptional selves.

But among these esteemed names, there lies a hidden gem,

Santajah Douglass, a beacon of hope and ambition.

Her accomplishments at a tender age,

A high school diploma, a culinary certification.

Her journey to the South, to study the Little Rock Nine,

A testament to her thirst for knowledge and her respect for history.

She defies the stereotypes, the expectations,

Of what a black woman should or shouldn't be.

With her fair hair and captivating brown eyes,

She tells her black history among peers, standing tall.

For she is not finished, and she has not died,

Dispelling the rumor of a bus accident that sought to erase her.

Intelligent and courageous, she delves into psychology,

Leaving an indelible mark on the annals of history.

If you've never seen her blackness,

You may never truly understand her.

For her blackness is a part of her identity,

A vibrant tapestry that weaves into her soul.

In this month dedicated to black history,

Let us all recognize the beauty in color and culture.

For blackness is more than a hue, more than a label,

It is a testament to resilience, strength, and achievement.

Santajah Douglass, a black woman proud of her roots,

Deserves the respect and recognition that is long overdue.

So, let's celebrate this month and beyond,

Continuing the legacy of those who paved the way.

And as we stand together, acknowledging the past,

May we build a future where color is celebrated, not judged.

For blackness is a work of art, a masterpiece,

Etched in the hearts of those who embrace their heritage.

So remember Santajah Douglass's name,

For she is black, she is beautiful, and she is strong.

Let us all respect and nurture the brilliance that lies within,

For black history is a story that needs to be heard,

And it is our collective responsibility to let it resound.