Truly Black

In honor of Black History Month, a poem, circa 1995

I am truly black with
bright colors on,
loud and
passionate to extreme.
Stereotype me with your blindness
while the sun loves my skin.

One of me can defend honor
or strike terror
at a whim;
conquer bondage,
build a country
with my back;
never see my home
and prosper,
protect my children
with fierceness,
love until the dawn,
and carry on.


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