Black and Proud
How far have we courageously comefrom slave ships to scary seas of endless cotton
quick hissing whips whisper a loud welcome
from leprous clay footed gods in black buttons
How far have we bravely fought
from foreign battle fields to our own lawns
where many fine brothers fell and were caught
in mute graves they lie still to senseless puns
How much have we sadly lost so far
a black heritage fading at each new dawn
Africa stands bereaved for her stolen stars
twinkling in bleak heavens gazed upon by none
What did we so dearly gain in all this
a strong heart beating with nagging questions
an energy pulsing without rest, sleep or peace
searching for answers we dare not mention
Alas we have come quite far indeed
walking tall in strengths of fathers unknown
loving deeper than racial lines for those in need
living by ancient rules not spoken but shown
Tender shoots from old roots will soon unveil
black pride our glorious stars, I humbly hail !
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