I Am Black History

I am a *****. Young,gifted, and black. I have been to the golden gates of heaven and felt the blazing heat of the doors to hell. Then made my way back. I have cried a sea full of tears. I have been beating as a slave. Whips all across my back. The white man speaks down on me. He seem to see what I'm soon to be. I am a gift. A gift from God to a unholy earth. I have done some wrongs and some rights. I have won and lost some fights. I have been in love,I have falling out. I am young. So I have room to grow. I still have people to see and places to go. I have room to grow smarter. I still have room to improve and try harder. I am a dreamer. I know what I wannabe when I get older. I daydream to stay heated in a world that's growing colder and colder. I am a poet. I let my mind run freely. Then let my pen speak for me. I grow wisdom each time I write. I am Black History. I Make history, I don't let it make me.