We Are Black

Sun, 07/03/2016 - 16:41 -- mani15

Our youth: blind

Meaningless media fills our minds.

Our adults: misguided

Attempting to comprehend the pieces in which poor souls have confided.

Our elders: overprotective

Fear making them callus, secretive; their wisdom becoming defective.

We must break free of our chains,

as we once did before.

Crave knowledge and sucess, demand for more.

"Is it because I'm Black?", is asked too often.

I'm tired of seeing young brothas laying in a coffin.

I'm tired of seeing young sistas begging to be wanted.

We are more than the color of our skin.

We are phenomenal women, phenomenal men

All with a dream residing within.

Yes, I am Black.

B. L. A. C. K.

Our lives matter.

They say the world is theirs, let's take it anyway.

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