
Black History does not just live in textbooks,
but on the tongues of poets.
Every stanza is a stepping stone
laid by those who came before me.
It echoes of cotton fields, jazz clubs,
freedom songs, and community.
This is more than poetry.
This is preservation.
This is protest.
This is legacy.
This is poetic justice.
These words be the revolution my ancestors prayed for.
This is why my poetry
cannot be disconnected
from my History.
Pen in hand, I’m stitching liberation into every line.
This is Phyllis Wheatley
and Gil Scott-Heron’s reminder
that my future is Black, brilliant,
and beautifully written.

