A fight for survival imprinted through the ages
Every inhale, every exhale is a resounding murmur of perseverance
Every day that I walk as nothing less than a human being
Is a testament to the dignity and pride of souls unseen that could not be crushed
My very existence is an unmistakable, resonating political statement
Reverberating through the history books
My existence is a mark of triumph tainted by inequality, defined by resistance and achieved by bloodshed
From the kink in my hair, the sound of my voice, to the shade of my skin, I represent a fallen political ideology
My name is a continuation of a life force that was never meant to be
My recognized achievements are goals I would never have been allowed to achieve
And my echoing voice is one that could so easily been invisible had those before me not fought
Lived and dedicated their lives to giving me mine
My history is my beacon, my compass and my burden
My history is the me the world refuses to see
My history was meant to break my soul but it strengthens my core
Because my existence makes people uncomfortable
My existence makes them clutch their purses tighter and assume my deviance before I even speak
So I am existing not only as a spiritual being on a physical journey
But as a constant reminder that you cannot stamp out the BEAUTIFUL BLACK SOULS.
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