The black experience
The black experience is singing as is if it was like breathing air.
The black experience is dancing as if it was the battery to our muscles.
In truth singing and dancing are gifts from our ancestors.
Forever a reminder they are with us.
The black experience is lifting up the world and never getting recognition for it.
The black experience is making a mountain of racism small enough to fit in our fingernails.
Small enough for the world not to see our pain.
But visible enough to be a constant reminder to fight for a world better than it is now.
The black experience is strong.
The black experience is strong.
The black experience is strong.
The black experience is powerful.
The black experience is powerful.
The black experience is powerful.