The many languages of black voices

We dont have to use our voice to scream Because a voice isn't just words It's art, it's our presence, it's how we exist It's being unapologetically black Our presence is like the rain after a drought And the rain nourishes the ground It's like walking into a room and it's brought back to life Where once was darkness, has now been replaced with light It's like the changing of seasons From winter to spring Where the dry land blossoms The flowers bring back the colour Where you can't help but admire The beauty of nature A black persons presence is an honour Because we make the world brighter Our words written in permanent marker Acting as our armor But also as a constant reminder That no matter what they throw at us we will always prosper And that is one of our greatest powers Born through the strength of our ancestors To tell the truth of hidden history And generational mistreatment of our people And most importantly our voice is how we love ourselves It overrides their hateful noise Because love has always been louder than hate Especially when their racism was conceived through envy It's why the hate when we find out the real enemy It was never us, it was always about their white fragility Ever growing burning jealousy It's why we're burdened with their hate we carry So there is no room left for love, something along the way we had to bury