When I hear the word "Black" I feel proud because I know what my ancestors went through because of the color of the skin. I'm not ashamed because my ancestors were hard working people despite the cruelty and abused they faced weathered it was physical, mental or emotional. I love my skin and the history that comes with it, till this day we're being treated with disrespect and unfair treatments hopefully in the future that will change. I'm grateful for getting to experiences what black people have to go through when being bashed because I know how to handle it next time listing names of black entrepreneurs that were under rated. I I'm black and I'm not afraid to scream it; I love my black beautiful melanin skin that glows in the sun.
I hid behind a mask to cover the truth
Trapped in my mind trapped in my body feeling the walls closing in on me having nowhere to go nowhere to run.
Empty inside numb to all the pain and suffering.