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.
Copyright © Dennis Turner | Year Posted 2009
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