I am a black poem
No dreams deferred
my presence is present
Made evident by evidence
of knowledge of my heritage
I am the tears of slave children
watching their parents be lynched
The pain of that tired black woman on the bus
No being allowed to sit
I am a Black poem
I am the soul of those who cry for freedom
Who sacrifice their lives
So future generations may thrive
Giving life to silent praise
And thoughts kept inside
Thoughts of no more pain
No more violence or shame
No more answering to the word NIGGA
As if it’s your name
I am a black poem
I am the manifestation of Gil Scott Heron
Because the revolution will NOT be televised
It will be verbalized
And visualized
as we look past the pain
And find the pride in each other’s eyes
I am a Black poem
More than a combination of words
More than repetition of syllables
Or placement of verbs
I am a Black poem
Bother powerful and strong
I am the bass line of the music
I am the hook to the song
I am a Black poem
I am the stanza lost
In the politics oh hip hop
Where creativity crosses paths with cash flow
Where artists sink so low
as to selling their souls
and not caring
Just as long as their album gets sold though
I am a Black poem
My voice will never be silenced
As long as the pen still exists
I picked up the pen at 10 years old
And haven’t put it down since
I am a Black poem
…these are my lyrics
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