BLACK IS KING

Black is king, that's a fact,
Our visions and dreams, we impact.
The race with the most sorrowful past,
Trying to make our dreams come true and last.
The times flew really fast,
Memories of how we were once outcasts.
A blemish on society's flawless skin,
Our wrongs considered the greatest sin.
Being who we were was a crime,
Girls were taken in their prime.
Boys were laborers, beaten in chains,
All they knew and could feel was pain.
Mothers cried out their frustrations in vain,
Before the eyes of children, fathers were slain.
All in an attempt to stop the power,
To make us weak and easy to devour.
Working our backs off day after day,
Savoring the little things, like watching the children play.
For us who believed in something, we kept the faith,
Faith that one day, all of it would fade.
The heroes of our times in despair,
They fought for our...