Propitious

October 25, 2017

You black,

you won’t do it

You a drug addict,

you can’t do it

You a thug,

you’re trapped here

You’re not going anywhere

I’m African American

I refused to be stereotyped

my Ancestors taught me better

and They taught me to strive

that I am better than the status quo

That I will rise despite what you say

Black is Beautiful

Black is Powerful

Black is Intelligent

You will not tell me what I am

you will not tell me where I won't go

you will not, I won't let you.

Black is Beautiful

Black is Powerful

Black is Intelligent

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