BLACK HISTORY OUR HISTORY
BLACK HISTORY OUR HISTORY
On the hills of life and living in a world where justice and freedom was handcuffed day and night.
I wanted to give education to uneducated lives being destroyed because of my difference.
On this side of the Jordan I was given freedom from birth now it is a death sentence.
I cradled wisdom from inspirations of songs coming from the choirs that my heart cleaved to.
In the time when life was suppose to be my imagination it became my casket.
The voices of angels carried me away when I heard "Joy Bells Keep Ringing In My Soul".
The sound of elegant turbulence exploded in my eyes as we took the hands of silence upward.
Waiting in the wings of darkness are the white sheets of ignorance that plague themselves.
Showing up with hands of deceit of democracy, they blow the trumpet of war without warning.
The stars at night collect the misery a mother must endure and a father must declare love in tears.
When the night sky that delivers romantic hearts to be filled with love now must engulf blood stains.
Barriers of hatred conceived in the hearts of human because understanding was not an option.
Fields of dreams snatched away by the trees that swung us without ever looking into our eyes.
Windows of execution and doors of slaughter remained the highlight of the moon when it appeared.
I gave them my name and said my life has another life waiting for me in the silence of the rooms.
No time to mention that I was born and shaped in iniquity as the whips took my soul of love.
Do you know who I am; I have offspring's that ask me why I can't talk to Susan after school is over.
Do you know who I am; I have offspring's that ask me why I can't play with Bobby at his house.
Still waters run deep even if I cannot swim the lakes of despair or the rivers of torment that you afflict.
I can bloom into a Queen of the Nile with the hands that help shape and mold me.
As a King I can obtain the highest seat in the land with your demonstrations of mass slaughter.
Walking in the spirit of Cynthia Wesley my life soared to the heights of liberation in only 16 years.
Carrying on Carole Robertson she became a beacon of love where hatred resides for 16 years.
Addie Mae Collins sang songs of revelation for 16 years as she danced the flight of freedom upward.
Denise McNair gave eleven years of her life to show that beauty can rise out of the ashes of destruction.
The history of Black History has a worth of unimaginable stains that clothed our hearts in infallible truths
Black History our history founded on chains of tears, founded on flesh ripped from our souls.
Black History our history founded on love and dethroned apartheid, dethroned racist attribution of words
Black History our history is 16th Street Baptist Church, a legacy of freedom, justice and agape love.
