Black History Month: Poem Silent Struggle: of a Black Man Pain" by Naomi Johnson
In the depths of time, the black man weeps,
His spirit wounded, his dignity in heaps. For centuries he's borne a heavy load, Through trials and tribulations, on a rugged road.
He sees his son's body swinging from a tree, And his daughter's anguish, too great to flee. Yet within his soul, a divine love resides, Guiding him through the darkest tides.
With strength like an ox, he stands tall, Bearing the weight of oppression's thrall. His flesh may be torn, his blood may flow, But his spirit endures, steadfast in its glow.
Through centuries of bondage, his mind confined, Yet his will to be free, his heart defined. Though discrimination rears its ugly face, His determination, it cannot erase.
Enslaved views may scar, but they don't define, The essence of his being, his noble line. For within his soul, there's a peace untamed, A strength that cannot be maimed or blamed.
His endurance, a testament to his might, His humility, a beacon in the night. A true hero, amidst life's bitter strife, His faith unwavering, his spirit alight.
In his eyes, a majestic power gleams, A testament to the resilience of his dreams. Though shackled by chains, his soul runs free, A symbol of hope for eternity.
2-11-2024
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