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I am not Wakandian. I wish I could look at a map and say there that’s where my people came from. Save money, board a plane, fly to my ancestral home, and see what made me. But Africa is a big place and I’m not Kenyan, Nigerian or Ethiopian. I have no claims to their past and no right to their future. All I know is I have some melanin, ***** hair, and the knowledge that my ancestors blood and bones set the foundation for a nation that hasn’t made its mind up about me. So sometimes I wonder what if my ancestors had survived sugar fields instead of cotton. Faced whips on the islands, instead of the south. Would I then feel at home because I could look and know. Or would that leave me emptier since here is still not there and a claim to there would make me less here. I guess until I figure this out I’ll take a made-up country to be my made-up heritage I am Wakandian
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
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I saw Black Panther It was awesome! As a brother, I Feel wholesome. Black Panther Gives us a lot to say Take it as a reminder We are here to stay. Black Panther Is incredible Its realism makes me wonder about my people. Black Panther It's kinetic says my father and that's fantastic! Black Panther Is purposeful Well done Mr director, That's wonderful! Black Panther A Marvel movie The hero, a brother Brilliant in my view! Black Panther shows why representation and identity was a factor In the Wakanda nation. Black Panther I think Loving it will be far better Than hating it. Black Panther Is not about the Black race But a serious matter about our own place. ©️IB-Poetry 2/22/2018
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Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 11:03 AM UTC
Black Panther
I look into his eyes; In the pictures in the videos And I see hope Not a man who was dying before our eyes I see a man who found his purpose Who gave hope to the black nation I look into his eyes And I see a warrior Who wore a mask Everytime he stepped out to the public eye To hide his pain and give hope to those who were still living But as I look upon his face now Eyes closed I still feel the aura reaching out Telling us not give hope up For it is a gift that can never be destroyed So I gaze upon his face I feel proud of the man he showed us The man we knew The one whose strength we shall never comprehend For it gave us hope And in hope we shall remember him in.
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Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
The man that now lives in hope