African American Heritage
Mommy, who am I that I have a whole month?
You are descendants of kings,
and the heart of many creations.
Born unto the words let freedom ring,
as you spawn a culture among all nations.
Where have I come from?
You came from heart surgeons and peanut butter makers,
Scientist and world record breakers.
Your women embodies the strength on which this world is built on.
And your men shows what dreams may spawn.
As prophetic dreams and willful words spout from their mouth.
So mommy does that make me better than any other?
No my son just equal. Because God knows no race nor color.
So son no matter what struggles we have went through just know that God loves you.
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