( In Celebration of Black History Month)
Yes! I’m black,
But that doesn’t mean I lack.
Don’t judge me by the colour of my skin,
But by the values I possess within.
You may have made my ancestors your slaves,
Used them, beat them up & lock them in caves.
You may have kept their body and soul in captivity,
And made them carry out your dirty activities.
You may have treated them like criminals,
Whipped them with sticks like animals.
You may have utterly crushed their spirit,
And condemned them to defeat.
But now, the new breed has arrived,
You tried to kill the African dream, but it survived.
The long awaited generation is finally here,
A generation that is strong with no fear.
A people showing up to prove their true worth,
Who’s been preparing themselves & now breaking forth.
We might have been accused and jailed,
In the past we might have woefully failed,
But we have come to take our rightful place,
A place that has been deprived our race.
We have come to demonstrate we can stand tall,
From now on, united we stand, never to fall.
We are black doesn’t mean all we do is smoke weed,
Gone are the days when they say we don’t read,
We are now great writers and readers.
We have become role models and leaders.
Once subjugated, but we have bounced back,
We never give up, that’s why we are black.
We are a race of valour,
We are proud of our colour,
We are black, but we are beautiful,
We are strong and we are powerful,
We are a race of rich tradition & culture,
We are the hope & the world’s future.
© DK, Feb 2010
