My Dear, Black History

You will be remembered, And you will be heard You are strong and resilient Wise and spiritual Original yet diverse But much more than simple Of all the complex cultures YOU are the highest But of all the yearly months YOU are the shortest But remember, you are divine, The original people and color Before we all divided You had all the thunder You are much more than jungles, Huts, and "kinky" hair How can only a month describe you? That is more than unfair! You overcame a hardship With all your glory and might Century's worth of agony But you sure put up a fight You also created music, Monuments, literature and art And still, now you go to college Express your soul and heart! However today, through ignorance, False cultures and lies You are still quickly judged By cruel, disgusted eyes Thus, we must not forget How hard you really tried To procure your place In our society's guise Lest we cast your efforts All in useless vain Only in favor Of a fruitless campaign Yet through this struggle, Of conflicting pain Someday you will Break through the chain Bliss and pride-African power Pure, brown beauty THIS is what you mean, My dear, Black History