Melanated Trees of Black Royalty

I am the seed birthed from two trees

That separated when I was planted

And made roots that somehow grew without water

Basked in the sun to give me at least a century worth living

I guess that’s why they say black don’t crack

Too much melanin to love

You can’t go back

You need my essence to breath

I give you oxygen to replace carbon toxicity

Even though sometimes

This world poisons me

To steal our black royalties

The magic you wished you had

So you cut us down

And place us in your copying machine

“Get out” is the perfect scene

To get back what once belong to us.

Even before you hung my brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and grandparents

On my branches

And called it black on black crime

But this was your plan to steal Black Royalties

And now this is all that I know

To hurt the other trees.

When you contaminated my phytoncides

We couldn’t sterilize our body from you

The animosity

I’m proud to be a pinus longaeva tree

Living to almost 5,000 years

You wish you could obtain my position

A member of the melanated trees of black royalty

We only raise Kings & Queens

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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