Category: triumph
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Black History Month Short Poem
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 …
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Valuable
You are valuable Every hair on your head counted All your triumphs and failures dearly noted The black charcoal will soon turn into a diamond When pressure is applied And the shine of it will reflect off of dim places Creating a light where none existed You are the bright twinkle in the distance Showing…
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