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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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