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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

Copyright © Layla Riley-Hill

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