The power of being black

She was the rain 
He was the thunder 
And together they were an unstoppable storm
Both activists in their own form
Both doing what they were made for 

A duo who held a power that could destroy A system 
Meant only to break them
Built to control them

Her voice was fire 
Loud and unforgiving 
His mind was like ice
Cold and calculated 
She was outspoken
She lead the protests
Whilst he wrote the speeches 
This was their dynamic
This made the racist world panic
And that's exactly what they wanted

They knew their power 
They knew what triggered their envy
They knew the secret to unlock their weakness
And that was their blackness

So together they openly loved themselves
They knew it would cause them to become overwhelmed 
Something they couldn't take
So instead they decide to hate 
To mask their envy 
To repress their inferiority 
And replace it with false superiority 
To hide their insecurities 

For as long as we love our blackness
It will forever be our shield To protect us 
From the darkness that lurks within the racists 
Who will forever burn in their hatred 
And scarred By jealousy
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