Being black means that there are hands of my forefathers and foremothers that are placed on my shoulders.
They gently tap and push me to be better than what I have been taught we could be.
Who tell us our history?
If I do not seize these opportunities that are here now then the doors they opened,
using their bodies that nourish the soil now and their voices that have been silenced,
will slowly close and who would be able to walk through them?
Yes, it's the same old song with the same old tune.
We must keep singing so we do not forget.
During a conversation with a certain individual this is what he asked, "Why do black people play victim all the time? It happened decades ago. It's in the past. Why can't they let it go?".
The effects of what happened years ago still impact most black people. I'm not saying that we are the only ethnic group that's struggling and that our struggle is more important than others. All I'm saying is that let us not forget what happened...