Hello all,

This is a very important and special post. Today marks the last day of Black History Month, yes yes, I know it will come around again but BHM seems so…. I don’t know how to describe it.  Personally, I think it almost goes.. unnoticed. 

THAT IS TOTALLY NOT THE WORD I WANT TO USE, but I don’t know how to put it. Some people give it recognition but still, it’s like a shrug of the shoulder. I’ve been observing how my peers and people around me react, show respect or even just some gratitude or interest. And I’ve seen little to nothing. This has brought almost like a sadness and bother to me as the days went by. I’m not trying to sound depressing. I’m just shocked and repulsed.

But, people make mistakes there’s nothing I can do except try. Try my best to incorporate a passion in a way that people can see. Without some of the things that happened in Black history, I, and many others couldn’t do some things today, that we find normal. I thank God for even the small privileges. And I’m not asking for your pity, just respect. So, to honor the fallen, the heartbroken, and the ones who made a small or big change in our world.I made this poem.Enjoy.

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See me, I have survival instinct

Born with determination, comprehension, and intelligence

I moved with resilience,

Pressing through adversity, misfortune, and affliction.

As I remember those gone before

Those roped for the cause

Their skins beaten, their hearts shattered

Yet they were determined because they knew what mattered

What I have today, what we, have today

We share and appreciate, 

saying thanks to those who fought, for those who died

So I could have the freedom, you could have the freedom

Freedom to express, freedom to excel, freedom to feel accepted.

My skin, your skin, their skin shouldn’t matter.

Through the trials and tribulations, 

through decades and decades, that has changed.

From Martin Luther King Jr to Maya Angelou to Nelson Mandela 

and Rosa Parks plus through many more that stereotype has been broken.

That weight is gone.

People are being treated equally, love is being shared around the world.

I am proud to have my part in black history month.

I am proud of my heritage.

I am proud of black history.

I am proud of the victory and overcome of the fighting and the war.

Most of all, I am proud to be black.

.j.a.e.

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