Black History Month Tribute pt. 2
II. Enlightened
Twisting and turning,
Entangled in the lost legacy…
She told me to rise
Because I have the strength
She told me to go where I've never been
Because I have the vision
She told me to sit when I’m at my limit
Because I’m not invincible
She told me to take control, claim my own power
Because I am.
And we—
She and I,
My mother
Grandmother
Aunt
Sister
We grow strong
Into this old, proud tree.
The wind blows
And my leaves may drift away
But my branches never break
My trunk never bends.
I am defiant
I am tall.
I want the world to see
To stand in awe beneath my shade
Never to ask what manner of tree is this,
But to know us by our rightful name.
Published on Wednesday, February 13, 2013
About Me, BHM 2013, Black History, Circus of Words, Culture, Poetry
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