Power…
Purpose…
Pressure…
Passion, prayers that were proficient in our pro-activity thus describe the longevity of those who stood before me.
The Pro-Blacks,
The ones who preached about wealth, parading ideals I knew nothing of but felt, And who else but too carry the blame,
For when faced with adversity,
they would have the belt and our scars,
That they would call a work of art,
Were a testament to our fears,
That spread like a plague,
Too show the whole world that we were broken first,
before they knew we all bleed the same,
I mean…
How can you be Black and not live in excellence,
For the duality of the two is so blur they might as well be the same,
For the uprise in blacks has reached an all time fame,
From the charisma we speak, and the culture we breath,
It’s no wonder that we don’t fit the status quo,
For we are the status quo,
For WE are not late, lazy or loud,
Nah, We stand tall, play ball and proud,
For my presence, speaks essence to a room before I even enter,
And before you mention my blackness is clutch nah it’s a necessity,
For God’s gift was so strong and He loved me so much,
He chose to … make me Black,
For my brothers in Harlem and sisters in Queens,
For our history holds roots that connect us to this never ending tree, of lineage, purpose, power, passion, prayer, I say again
A few words that describe yet again our significance,
Yet time again our blackness … is diminished …
For we are trend setters but are often laughed at on our very existence, We are go getters but our passion is hindered by those who have the same desire as us, NO! For we are innovators …
But our lands our swept on war, greed and hypocrisy,
For every time we rise up we are yet again, faced with their philosophy,
I speak in excellence, but I breathe in poetry,
For I have never known a better way to to express myself,
For being Black is a privilege, that stands the tide of my lineage,
The … melanin-inducing print on our skin,
That is indeed a work of art,
For our pride shines as bright the stars,
And our blackness is the canvas that dims the light that sets us apart,
My Blackness is a prevailing, persistence, that has been stretched across history, The artistic variety of today’s trends stand on the foundation of my culture, Our fashion became a statement,
Our customs became a staple,
Our movements turned heads,
When we were forced to bend a knee to realize Black lives do matter, We preached about our worth, thinking we have something to prove But now we Breathe easy, knowing that we indeed rest in power,
Thank You