Black Pride Poem by Dashaun Rashod Snipes

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Black Privilege-Superpower, a crown so heavy,
Bearing the weight of heritage, a legacy,
Excellence in the past, a gift to treasure,
A curse to those who try to push our measure.
In the eyes of society, we are compared,
To apes and primates, we are dared,
But we rise above, with elegance and grace,
Our beauty shines, our pulsating breath a calming space.
We are the chosen tribe, a noble race,
Carrying our ancestors' dreams, with poise and grace,
We are Black Princes, in our own right,
Our legacy of prosperity, a shining light.
Creating memories, with utmost care,
Preserving our culture, so rich and rare,
Fine arts and liberal minds, we embrace,
Our ancestors smiling, as we continue their legacy to trace.
Our existence, a testament to their fight,
We stand tall, with all our might,
Our intellectual property, a force not to reckon,
Our rights reserved, no one can second.
Through space and time, we exceed,
Our superpowers, no one can impede,
Being Black is not a secret to hide,
But a divine gift, from the heavens we reside.
No creature can tie us down,
For we are destined to wear a crown,
Our purpose, to rise above,
To show the world, our power and love.
In a racist world, it's hard to thrive,
But we fly high, with wings that strive,
Our history, theology, and forensics,
A testament to our strength and resilience.
We may face troubled waters, as we get off the boat,
But like a messiah, we walk on water, with hope,
Unharmed by the conditions, of great whites,
For our superpowers, shine in the darkest of nights.
Being Black is an honorable way,
To tell the world, we are here to stay,
With every beat of life, we make our mark,
In this cosmic world, we leave our spark.
Black Privilege-Superpower, a gift so divine,
A confirmation from the gods, that we will shine,
We turn inward, to unlock the hidden greatness,
And in the depths of our souls, we find our boldness and sweetness.
We are the golden goalkeepers of the sky,
Our blackness, a symbol of hope, never to die,
No death can keep us down, for we are strong,
We rise above, with pride, where we belong.
So let us embrace our Black Privilege-Superpower,
With pride, with grace, every hour,
For we are more than just a color,
We are a force not to be reckoned with, a gift like no other.


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Behold the blackness that reigns supreme,
A force of brilliance, a futuristic dream.
A hierarchy of excellence, beyond compare,
A presence of power, a purple hearted heir.
Struggling and oppressed, but never deprived,
For our minds are strong, our spirits thrive.
Through despair and starvation, we have risen,
Starving for change, our rotation has begun.
Dehumanized and conquered, but never defeated,
We walk a straightforward path, our direction straightly directed.
For in our pathway, we discern the truth,
No longer weary, for we have the proof.
With all that we have, we mournful mourn,
For the heist of our heritage, we are still torn.
But we stand tall, on the heights of hell and high water,
Our heels planted firmly, no devil can slaughter.
Humiliated and scorned, with iron hearts we stand,
For in the face of adversity, we continue to expand.
Masterminds of kosher thought, high-level and supreme,
Black minds mindful, never forgetting the dream.
In a world where oppression still reigns,
We rise above, with a mindset that never wanes.
For we are the warriors, the ironmen and women,
With hearts of obsidian, we are unbroken.
With our brilliance and greatness, we conquer all,
Our souls forged in fire, refined by our fall.
No longer dehumanized, we stand tall and strong,
As we obliterate evil giants, with our combat song.
Through psychology and methodology, we have triumphed,
Our spirits unbreakable, our souls undaunted.
For we are the royals, who reign forevermore,
And continuously strive, for the future is ours to explore.
Black prestige, takening by force,
Our presence felt, our voices hoarse.
For we are the dominant, the soldiers of truth,
Our spirituality and emotion, a landmine of youth.
In the face of adversity, we continue to rise,
With each step, our greatness multiplies.
Beyond the limits, we soar and fly,
Our triumphs and victories, forever etched in the sky.
For our blackness is beyond compare,
A greatness that no one can declare.
A culture, a heritage, a legacy,
That will live on beyond, for eternity.


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Black Privilege-Superpower,
A divine gift from the gods above,
A heritage of greatness and power,
But also a curse, a burden to bear,
For those deemed less, mere primates in their eyes.
Black, a color heavy like a crown,
But oh how we wear it with elegance,
With beauty, grace, and calming breath,
For we are a chosen tribe,
Blessed with a legacy of prosperity.
We carry another generation forward,
To heights even higher than before,
Our black princes and princesses,
A principality in our midst,
Our legacy, our pride, our legacy.
Our culture, our liberal arts,
Fine and exquisite, with extensive care,
Preserving and protecting,
Our long-term existence,
For our ancestors, for our future.
Being black, not just a justification,
But a confirmation of divinity,
A purpose, not to be tied down,
Or used for hidden agendas,
A superpower, a privilege,
From the universe within.
For we are black, a confirmation,
Of the heavens above,
A hidden greatness, a revelation,
Inside the institution,
Of being born with a birthright,
Of being black, to overcome,
Any form of death,
To reach the golden skies.
Being black, a struggle in a racist world,
But we are like flies, with wings,
Of history, theology, and forensics,
We go harder, we soar higher,
We rise above, we defy the odds,
For we are black, and we are strong.
We can get off the boat, in a troubled life,
Like the black messiah, we walk on water,
Unharmed, irregardless,
Of the conditions, of the great whites,
Or the killer whales, that seek to harm us.
Being black, an honorable way,
To show the world, that we are relevant,
With every beat of life,
Throughout this cosmic world,
We are a force not to be reckoned with,
Our existence, a testament,
Of our resilience, our strength,
Our black privilege-superpower.
We are the descendants,
Of kings and queens,
Of warriors, poets, and artists,
Our blood, rich with resilience,
Our souls, filled with perseverance,
For we are black, and we are proud.
Through the struggles, and the pain,
We rise above, we become better,
Our blackness, a source of strength,
Of resilience, of perseverance,
That no one can take from us.
So let the world see,
Our black privilege-superpower,
For what it truly is,
A gift, a heritage, a legacy,
That we carry with pride,
In our hearts, in our souls,
For we are black, and we are beautiful.



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We are the Black Culture,
A force not to be reckoned with,
A legacy that runs deep,
Forever leaving our mark.
We're part of something greater,
Far too colossal to comprehend,
Yet we stand tall and proud,
United in our strength.
Our roots run deep,
Into the soils below,
Our ancestors' sacrifices,
Laying the groundwork for our growth.
Opportunity, our anthem,
Ringing loud and clear,
A reminder of our resilience,
And the fire that burns within.
We are the Gospel,
Preaching through our words,
Spreading love and unity,
In a world that tries to divide.
We're the voltage,
Supercharging the atmosphere,
With our vibrant energy,
And unapologetic presence.
Wherever we go,
We bring a sense of pride,
In our history and heritage,
And our constant fight for equality.
Our culture, a tapestry,
Woven with love and pain,
Each thread a story,
Of our triumphs and struggles.
From music and art,
To fashion and dance,
We infuse our magic,
Into every aspect of life.
We are the Black Culture,
A celebration of diversity,
A mosaic of different shades,
But united in our humanity.
So let us stand tall,
In the face of adversity,
And hold on to our culture,
For it is our greatest strength.
We are the Black Culture,
A symphony of resilience,
A community of love,
And a legacy that will never die.




Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
©️ Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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