Speaking of black history, of heroes and their tales,
I am not them, yet my story also hails
From a legacy of strength, of struggle and of strife,
I am an addition to the continued black existence, this you must understand in life.
Does my blackness frighten you, or make you feel unsure?
Do you know the hardships I have faced, the battles I have endured?
I am black, and I will say it loud and clear,
An African American, if that's how you choose to pigeon-hole me here.
B for my boldness, for my brilliance that does gleam,
L for the labor, the long hours and the loudness of my dream,
A for my attitude, for my attentiveness, and for the astounding things I do,
C for how clever and caring, for my creativity that always shines through.
Like a mountain peak, I am climbing to new heights,
K for the knowledge I've gained, for the kindness that keeps my head straight,
For I am a black woman, and I wear this title with pride,
My story is a beautiful continuation of a journey far and wide.
So let us talk about black history, and the heroes that have come before,
But also remember, there is so much more,
Let's honor the present, and the future yet unseen,
For we are all a part of history, a work of art, f
orever let it be seen.
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Author:
Santajah Douglass (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: February 6th, 2025 12:15
- Category: Reflection
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