Don’t silent me with brutality,
and act like like all is well,
As uncomfortable as it is to speak up,we cant shut up and ignore the writings of our ancestors,
The battle is not yet won and we don’t know when it will be,
The hate,the inequality and supremacy? Why so much oppression?
For the color of our skins and the look of our face,
was given by God,
In painting the world, black was chosen by night,to paint a million galaxies so bright,
Beautiful and precious,diamonds and opals,
None forgotten or neglected,molded with strength and perfumed with incense,
Gifted with talents,diversities and honor,
We are queens and kings of color,
We stand,we march and we won’t be forgotten.