Black is Poetry

by Peacock of Fire

Behold the hand that writes 
And fear the mind that thinks
For history always has a way of repeating itself

Surely, black power reigns forever...
What is the art of writing if not to 
Renew and transform the minds of men?
If I tell you how I feel will you keep
On bringing out the best in me?

Look over the mountains in your life
And observe the suffering of the children of
One continent, One people, with One destiny
So speak your mind and feel proud
That's what it means to be black.

What does it mean to hold the power to speech?
What does it mean to be a master of yourself?
And what does it mean to exist without shame?
All is found in one word--- BLACK
BLACK is rich
BLACK is beauty
BLACK is history
BLACK is life
BLACK is song
BLACK is dance
BLACK is strong
BLACK is sense
BLACK is peace
BLACK is power
BLACK is love
BLACK is poetry...

Black is Poetry by Peacock of Fire

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