Echoes of our struggle bounced off the walls of my cocoon but the reality of my family resonated with the rhythm of my heart.
I know who I am and who I belong to. When I gaze into a mirror I see faces of gods and ancestors too.
I see kings and queens made of sand and dirt, wind and rain, gold and silver, diamonds and fire, wood and stone, copper and bronze, clay and lava....
The sweat on our backs sends powerful glistening rays throughout the cosmos that comets wait their whole lives to absorb.
Theres a uniqueness about being black. A fiber optic connection to every star that transcends time, space, and darkness just like the light we are made of.
My atoms dance with no fear of shame. My electrons are negatively charged but they keep a positive attitude like Misty Copeland.
I love to take off and fly in my dreams. Never did I ever soar like Michael Jordan.
Branded gifted and talented. That was my curse. But I dont even deserve to hold Katherine Johnson's purse.
I cant go one morning without squinting at the sun's rising. Nobody spits cosmic data better than Neil Degrasse Tyson.
My great grandfathers and great grandmothers spoke to slaves that passed down courage and perseverance and etched monuments on the mountain of my mind's eye. Their faces weathered storms and persecution, poverty, injustice and cruelty yet by the Grace of God they still championed humanity and I'm proud of My Black History...
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