What does Black history month mean to you?

Is it a month to celebrate our achievements?

To show how proud we are of our generation?

Let’s review the signs:

81% of kids who have same skin as you and me are in juvy for gang crimes

59% of those kids are in for homicide

500 men and women who were African American were killed by police officers since 1999

Countless other victims aren’t even given the time

So what’s changed

Was there a silent understanding exchanged?

What happened to equality for all?

You all saw

You all were there

But they dared and didn’t even care

So what’s changed?

Is the system arranged?

Or is it society that is out of range?

I see boys with pants below their butts

Girls forever looking like ducks

No pride in the streets

I’m just a young girl making beats

Seeing how my race has become manipulated, uneducated, discriminated and unmitigated  

What’s changed

I carry myself proud

I have a voice and it demands to be loud

My skin color does not define me

But that’s all they see

I’m tired and feel uninspired

Why hold me back if I work twice as hard?

I run trying to get so far.

But my race

Miss the embrace and instead disgrace

Open your eyes and you’ll be fine

Rosa Parks didn’t refuse to move just so I can refuse my own kind

Malcolm X didn’t die just to be haunted

Martin Luther King Jr had a dream, but is this the dream that he wanted?

Equality for all is true

So what does Black history Month mean to you?

Looking at the past and finding it for humor?

Or looking at the past and incorporating it into our future

The choice is yours and please don’t be immature.