My black

Anijah Gordon, Staff Writer

My black is beautiful

My black is strong,

My black keeps on moving even when it has been done wrong.

My black is a conqueror

My black is a warrior although it is surrounded by barriers.

My black is ebony through the pain and the agony

My black is an overcomer marching to the beat of the angel drummer.

My Black is an Abel in a world full of Cain.

History has proven how courageous my black is.

History has proven that my black is a hard wall to fall.

My black has been deceived, put down and cast aside

But my black rose up and stood tall.