Roots penetrate the American soil,
Through peanut farms and cotton plantations
Where the laborers were slaves
From Africa, who now have become
A story on their own right. Washington Carver
To Martin Luther King jn, there were
Little speckles that glittered on the negro sky.
And the story of the black man resonates
From Kunta Kinte to Obama
Of the long road home, from darkness to light.
That lump of coal that withstood
Forces of nature, to transform to a breathtaking diamond,
Polished by their own resolute courage,
A body of a million prisms,
Refracted to the point of saturation
By ink transforming to light.


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