BLACK One word, one syllable Powerful enough to start revolutions and revolts. Hear my ancestors Screaming, begging, crying not to remain invisible Because together we are invincible. I vouch not for myself but for my people when I stand proudly and say there is "BLACK ON MY BACK
my blackness is my inspiration
For my roots lie deeper than the kinks on my head and the hair on my legs
I breathe the privilege they could not inhale
Yet never take for granted what could so easily be taken away from me
I am not a slave yet the slaves inspire me
I am my own and am proud to say there is
BLACK ON MY BACK
cry tears in the face of injustice
Hold my head strong and not be afraid of who I am
I pose no threat to humanity
Why can’t you see
I am as flesh and bone as you are
Yet you cut me down because I am not
As you are
My skin is black yet it is radiant
I may be dark but I shine
Cut me down all you want with vines and sharps
I bleed red as you are
Even though there is
Black on my back