Black

Black…
A word that
instantly
brings about
negative
connotations…
Its denotations
just as bad.
Full of anger,
wicked,
harmful,
hostile,
threatening,
and without moral quality or goodness…
all words listed under
its definition.
Those words
transformed into fear
among non-blacks
and into another monster,
oppression, of those who were.
Oppressors,
ignorant to the fact
that those words
are black,
not black people.
So we fought through obstacles
the average would astray.
We fought through
what we are defined as
in a book.
We fought for OUR rights.
They weren’t JUST
theirs to keep.
I guess those laws
Weren’t harsh enough.
I guess those chains
Weren’t strong enough.
And I guess our Pride and
Will was too great
for their Fear.
We Overcame.
And we will continue
to Overcome what
seems Impossible
until we can truly call

ourselves equal.
They might wanna
update that dictionary
and list strength
underneath black.
Overcoming wouldn’t
have been apart
of our history
without it.
We Overcame.

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