It's February first and the start of Black History month. Please prepare yourself for the posts about being proud to be black and how appreciative they are for all the sacrifices our ancestors made. As a black person myself I rarely male reference to this month because I try to show my appreciation for my black people every day. I believe that as black people we should make an effort to show the love we have for our race everyday so that this month will not appear to be so much of a huge spectacle. Rather than creating a spectacle for a month and probably even just today only, because most will forget that this Black History month in the days to come. Let us write down something we are proud of as a black person for the 29 days of this month.
The death of the young By:©Saccheen Laing I put on my uniform Armed with books I set out in search of a good education. Streets lined with the blood stains of those who fell on the way I'm determined to live to see another day But I have no control over those who believe they can have their own way. Armed with guns and knives They attack me, They assault me, They abuse me , Because they believe they have control over me Because of guns and knives in hand. In my hands I write my plans A singer, an actor, a doctor, a fashion designer or a police man I clench my fist as my blood runs to join those who fell before My plans remain in my hands Never to be realized I am young but that means nothing on this land. The blood of the young will replace the ocean that surrounds and beautifies the land How many more shall die before you answer when I ask why? My mother shall cry and bury her son before he becomes a man My brot...
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