Here's another one for you guys. This one is in celebration of Black History Month UK, which falls in October. It's about about the pressures we have to face as adolescents and how we need each other and to use our strengths to overcome it.
I'm not sure if I'm going to do another for Black History Month USA, so let me know in the comments if you want one.
I'm trying hard not to get off track
But I need to get this off my back
So I can breathe a little
And maybe once it's done
I will see a little clearer
And my view won't be obstructed by
The walls being constructed in my
Brain
But first I need to address the pain
That we all feel deep inside
How we struggle and sometimes
Feel the need to hide
Behind the cloak of calm in which we reside.
There was once a time when our blackness was our demise
When our blackness was their excuse for us
To abide by their laws
When our black skin
Turned into our black future
One filled with sadness and oppression
One where the depression of our lives would consume us
So when they came along
And wiped away the grime
We realised the future was our
Prime time to be who we wanted to be
When we could see who we want
And sit in a chair that will be
Ours.
So explain to me why
You let yourself be defined by
A seemingly higher society
We live in a time where we rule our own lives
Where we can strive for success
And yet you let the obstacles stop you
We will not let them oppress
There is no recess
Where you can take a breath and breathe for a little
All you can do is work a little harder
Because as much as they can try not to
They still oppress
And depress us to a point of no return
There is no taking turns in
Ruling your life
You don't want to survive
You want to live
So tell me
Why is there black on black crime
When now really isn't the time to be fighting?
Let me not digress from the situation and let me give you a revelation
Today
Is our day
This month
Is our month
So don't let anyone take it away from you.
Most definitely not yourself
Happy Black History Month everyone.
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