Pitch Black
A mighty wiseman once said he had a dream. An eternal legacy flowing like a rushing stream.
It’s more powerful to take a large brick than to hold a gun. It shows more strength to be an Iron wall then a mock sun.
African American freedom fighters that are departed but not forgotten. There lively spirits leave our beating hearts less rotten.
They're fearless sacrifice hasn't been tarnished or in vain. God knows they suffer from barking ignorance, whipped stupidity, and biased rain.
In they’re last dying breaths, they never cursed, bellowed, or rage with ill will. Their heroic impact gave the hooded phantasms deep panic, fears, and chills.
Our Ancestors were bound in rusty, rattling, and clinging chains. They're iron clad determination helps us deal with the isolating pains.
They suffered in agonising darkness to bring us into the painless light. Some of you carelessly toss it away and hunger for spite.
The unforeseen burns of backstabbing by ignorant whites and even against ourselves yet people keep forgetting that book on the shelves.
It's not easy being a big black ink blot on a white canvas. Trying to get this rage and stress off our roaring chest.
fighting, shouting, and killing like blind guns isn't the answer. It just spread the venomous river of hate so much faster.
Hate never loves but only exterminates and destroys. Please be mindful that we're human and not mindless toys.
Bitter vengeance is a dish left to serve freezing cold. Is there really satisfactory delivering punishment sevenfold?
It's easy to build instead of burning bridges. Everyone knows it's better to heal then dig ditches.
It doesn't matter if you're red, black, or white. Let's bury the hatchet and fight the good fight.
They're strength in numbers so let's become a Enormous radiant sun. Let's make our voices, struggles, and powers as one.
Black history isn't supposed to celebrate in just one month. Let's give ancient white bigotry one massive dynamite punch.
