Black History Storm Poem
By Angela Hicks, Small Metro Field Coordinator for WCC Community Health Program
It is no mystery.
We shall not and will not.
Forget about Black History.
As early as slavery, with people of color who were struggling with hope.
We took on the power of the Word of God; that was our only way to cope.
Let’s remember the 60’s when there were many challenges and cries.
We watched our leaders, preachers, teachers, fathers, mothers, and children stand firm as their hearts died.
As we hear people saying that black people are in better days.
Only because we had a Black President named Barack Obama.
They must not know it took many people to kneel on their knees with prayers and praise.
He was the first African American President who touted, “Yes, we can” He included all women, children, and men to unite as we stand”
When things appear to be a little dark.
How can we forget a bold black woman named Rosa Parks?
She was a woman who did not fuss and refused to go to the back of the bus.
We, as black people, had to fight for our voting rights.
We had a little help from some concerned whites.
O.K. Saints of God, Let’s get it right; let’s unite.
Oh, Dear God, how the black people had to mourn.
If it were not for you, we would not be able to weather the storm.
Black History month should be celebrated throughout the year,
as we see our black men killed while we shed a tear.
Almighty God, we deal with states trying to ban African American History Books.
Oh, My Lord, can our world take a look as we deal with these book crooks.
We must honor and remember Martin Luther King for his powerful speech, “I Have a Dream.”
We were so blessed to have him on our team.
There was John Lewis, who wanted our vote to be protected.
So, we can encourage our brown and black people to go to the polls and pull the lever.
For whom they want to be elected.
We shall be respected.
We sang songs like “Aint Gonna Let Nobody Turn Me Around.”
We needed that song to change to take our frown down.
As we saw our family members stand on solid ground.
Saints of Our Father, don’t get in rubble, keep the faith and let’s get in good trouble.
