My Blackness 

My power

It’s beautiful 

My flower 

No matter how the world is dark 

You’ll never see me sour 

Even if I wasn’t perfect

You can never say I cowered 

From the power 


Always ready to fight

My fist in the air 

Clutching onto hope so hard 

It’s like I’m gripping the air 

As reality hits hard like 

A kick and a snare 

I have my power 


My power reigns supreme 

Over American dreams 

And my power allows me 

To bear any extremes 

And as whiteness plagues the world 

I battle any disease

With my power

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