We have always been worthy.
We have always shaped and
Molded the Clay to fit our needs,
To fit our bodies into the
Shapeshifting molds that we
Imagine for ourselves.

I am not a checkbox on a census.
I am not a super predator.
I am not a Magical Negro willing
To Help the White Man fix
The messes that He started.

Mine eyes have been opened
To the light and now I see
The Art that is Blackness,
Dancing without fear and
Without any qualms against
Itself.

See, for too long have
We broken our backs
Trying to carry the weight
Of the Images They placed
On Us.
For too long have we
Bled to death in both
Fiction and Real Life.

See, when you teach
A Negro how to Read,
When you teach a Negro
How to Write,
You give Us a Power
Unrivaled.
You give Us the Keys
To Creation and We will
Open doors to a new Reality.

One that we want.
One that we fashioned.
One that will drive home
The fact that Our Revolution
Will not be televised.
No,
Our Revolution Will Be Reborn.