In Honor Of Black History
This is a poem that one of my good friends in Georgia wrote yesterday. I call him the Fresh Prince of the town that he lives because of his name, Will Smith. :) We were tighter than Thelma's pants on Good Times when we were in college at Savannah State. Now, we're brothers and most of all family. This is his poetry dedicated to Black History and the Black experience. BLACK ALL THE TIME 38 YEARS HAVE PASSED ME BY STILL THE SAME COLOR, I USED NO DYE I CELEBRATE MY HISTORY 365 DAYS OF THE YEAR I AM STILL BLACK WITHOUT ANY FEAR EVERY HOUR, MINUTE AND SECOND OF THE DAYS I WILL STAY STRONG AND TRUE TO MY BLACK WAYS NO ONE CAN PUT A TIME FRAME ON WHEN TO CELEBRATE OUR LEGACY THEREFORE, MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS LET US REJOICE BEYOND FEBRUARY BORN BLACK WITH A PURPOSE AND PROUD TO BE DOWN GLAD TO LET THE WORLD HEAR MY CRY AND HEAR MY JOYOUS SOUND BECAUSE THE LAST TIME I CHECKED, BLACKNESS IS MINE SO DON’T LOOK AT ME WITH CROSSED-EYES… I AM BLACK ALL THE TIME. WILL SMITH FEBRUARY 8, 200...