Written by C Hues
February 13, 2023
There is no black face. There is no black race. There is no black skin. There are only black kin. Black is not a color To paint your room—teenage angst fulfilled. Black is a construct that unifies the oppressed, That fortifies our resolve and strengthens our will. Black was a mark To curse us like Cain. But we made Black a blessing; Birthed joy from the pain. Blacks are the ancestors and descendants of everyone. Blacks are the heroes unsung. Blacks sing the anthem of freedom To understand how far we have, yet how far we’ve come.