My Black Is History

Black is the new poetry my dear Authored by our ancestors so I could have a voice that is heard beyond the volume of fear The ink has always been dark so see with your ears Black is the new love, now let your heart hear The strength born from blood, sweat, and tears That grew into a sunrise of a smile, my dear My darling I keep your Melanin near And your beauty adds depth to my mirror The reflection tells me weapons are forming but they will stay in the rear Because, My black is the sunset to my depressed anxiety to steer A blooming future in the right direction never to veer Toward negativity, my dear My black is the armor that never cracked, from the roots of scars and ignored facts My black has always got my back so even if my eyes close you will still see this color, add a period to that! My black is a promise painted like a rainbow you'll never grey wash my faith, peace never cracks p.s. my black has wings that sang...