PAD Challenge Day 13: What It Feels Like... Living Black
PAD Challenge Day 13: Write a living poem
What it Feels Like...Living Black
I'm a gift from Africa/
a curse in America
where I'm loved by the kindred/
hated by the Klan
Blessed by angels/
condemned by demons
Magical by culture/
copied by vultures
Born free but
Skin feels hunting
Independent by choice/
colonized by force
Challenged with adversity/
swindle by greed
Amplified by inheritance/
underestimated by the arrogant
Admired by pupils of love/
envied by green eyes
Desirable by the honorable/
disadvantaged by the prejudice
Accepted partially/
denied by the majority
Heard barely/
ignored widely
Seen by many/
unnoticed by a few
Mysterious from afar/
suspicious in close view
Everyday
It is me verses everybody and everything
Everyday
I'm full of struggle and strive
A whole rhythm, flavor, style and vibe.
Everyday
Still weary and wary
Everyday
Sometimes worried and afraid
Everyday
I fight
Everyday
It's hard
It's tough
It's exhausting
But everyday
I birth the courage of my ancestors
Because everyday...
Black is beautiful,
no matter what people do or say...
Because everyday...
I'm just a color that I can't change.....
๐D'ElegantOne
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