Black History Month Short Poem

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Days and nights spent wondering if things will get better

You are the core of strange fruit

That refuses to live without roots,  

You cultivated a culture from a soil you could never call home 

You are the epitome of blood meeting bone because you never gave up 

When the thunder struck, you kept going 

Because your fight is internal and you will reign triumphant 

Love always, Esha <3

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