Her Black History

She held the dusty programs intensely reading
Learning about those ancestors that passed
Newly inspired by their legacy of succeeding
Setting goals in hopes they’ll be surpassed

She understood her future by looking into the past
Stories of men and women, she was needing
Their strength, their lives, are hers to carry at last
She held the dusty programs intensely reading

He was a minister, she a supervisor, both leading
She lawyer, he entrepreneur, breaking the cast
Others protesting for rights they were pleading
Finally, learning about her ancestors that passed

Individual lives, various tales, in her time amassed
The lost history, from identity was always impeding
But these documents finally connecting the vast
Newly inspired by their legacy of succeeding

But all families have skeletons worthy of heeding
Some buried tales of ancestors made her aghast
Brothers killing brothers over loves toxic feeding
Yet they still set goals hoping they’d be surpassed

She found the link to which she could hold fast
Having learned of a legacy worthy of repeating
Future no longer limited, free to release her mast
With them as her wind, it’s time for her proceeding
She anew, thanks to the dusty programs…

© 2014 Dara Kalima

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Black Man, Black Woman, Black Child