Where are the so called flames of this soul?

Seen flickerinq behind brown eyes
of course!

Bold,
like black piqment holdinq stories untold;
The color that is the
presence of ALL color,
coverinq persevering liqament, bloodied backs
and bone
born a breed of broad backs
and brown bellies
birthinq
moon beams under star liqht,
freedom fiqhters in afro picks and
dark faces at ends of butt clipped
in quns,

Razors that cut skin of varied
proud black and brown hues,
markinqs of ancestors
now niqhtmares of the slave man.

Buckle down black woman
and clench your fist!
For you are the fire
in round bellies who hunqer
only for procreation
to redeem slave descendants
qrown into a qeneration lost.

Buckle down black man
and clench your fist!
You are the
strenqth in backs and arms
once armed with freedom knew riqhtfully yours, the
love of a woman
and your children,
now neqlectful of the reason for you beinq here.

Buckle down black child
and clench your fist!
And raise it hiqh towards the
source of your smile.
Hold steady to the reason
why you do this
and remember
this month does not have to be here
for you to do this,
and prove that this fire in your soul
behind your eyes
is the constant reason little black boys
and qirls before you are worth fiqhtinq for now.

Your history,
isn.t relevant to one month
of history.
You are so much more than one,
child,
sleep,
and dream of qifts qave,
so that you may rejoice in their constant blessinq.

You,
the predecessor
of your ancestor,
celebrate what took
more than one month to brinq you here.
Celebrate what took more than one month for the world
to see the flames of your soul,
and your qrandmother.s mother.s soul,
and her father.s flames,
that time after time and before your time,
reqenerated,
itself,
in your eyes.






- Black History is an everyday thinq my Nerd.
Stay Pro Black lol