Black History (You Say) Poem by Quiana Souder

You say…
Light skin is out and Dark skin is in
But does it really matter the color of my skin
For I am black even if it's just a part of me
Black is still my nationality
Our ancestors walked the same way
From the white man they tried to escape
Look in my eyes can you not see
The black that mourns inside of me
For I am black and my black is beautiful
It is strong bold and powerful; unique
It stands out among the rest
And if put to the test
It will prove you wrong
Why?
Because my black is strong