Blessed

What's racing through my veins is the blood of my ancestors. They offer me gifts of innovation and storytelling.  Drum vibration causing me to stand with my voice. Change is coming panic in fear my lord promised I am blessed. Overcome, through preserving still the best weapon untold. To see a president identifiable to my pigment offers a window of hope the blessing is near. This change fought for the next to have road paved clear. It won't count if you cast your ballot true if an attempt never made. Blessed, I'm made from power decent to win. Wrapped me in courage only used when faced with fear. Viral telling secrets most thought were made up of stories to gain sympathy. Challenged and asked, why do you rock your mahogany skin? The answer is power, courage, innovation, perseverance, and the voice to spark change. We are blessed even if we walk amongst the blind.