Why?

Because the human spirit has no color.

The human spirit is unbreakable, unshakable.

The human spirit is simply asking for your command.

What do I do?

I believe that a god they love is a colorless love.

I do.

I stand for that.

And my black is at times unexplainable.

It's always undeniable.

I look back at my black history and I see pride.

I see pain.

I see progress persistency.

I see patience, tenacity and a whole lot of tolerance.

I feel the un X capable pain in the pit of my stomach a times while I also feel the swelling of the pry in the center of my chest.

Look at her.

Look at him.

You go, girl.

That's me, Ma.

Black history includes lynching and legacies.

My black history includes misery and some great.

My black history includes firebombs, boom and faith Blind, unwavering.

Pray the heavens down.

Fabi, Pray for me.

I pray for you.

My black history include Sens.

That's a good soul.

Food, demons and a good game.

My black history ain't just black and white its color My black history of cinnamon Mocha, caramel, charcoal Midnight and light Bright.

My Black history a just hiss story My black history is first feels like they trying to repeat a thing or two, but we've come too far to moonwalk back.

I'm more than entertaining.

My black history is a scientist and socialist and speakers and doctors and directors and lawyers and politicians and publishers and inventors and educators, authors and on train pray news.

Don't put me in a box because I will always always burst out and be free.

Get your foot up off my damn neck.

My black history isn't just for me my black histories for the true Get down my sisters and brothers, Latin Asian, Indian, all the black and all the brown C Come bask in our history and find the real truth because black History Bank for me black history is for you a culture so rich and the legacy so great you can't ever expected all the fit in just 28.

No, no, no.

My black history is deliciously 3 65 I'm relevant in the month of February.

Yes, that's true.

But come catch me in August, I blow your mind.

Then, too, the blood that runs through my veins, says power, Perseverance, pride and possibility And the thoughts that run through my head says Push harder, place mater.

Pray longer, grow stronger.

Love deeper.

Drop it like it's out once.

Okay.

Drive it like it's hot.

Twice live life worthy of their sacrifice.

Ah, have a dream.

Well, if you do wake up, Get up, show up and speak up.

Ah, have a dream.

Am I still dreaming his dream?

Can you still be sleeping?

His dream already came.

It became your reality.

Yes, it did.

Ah, have a dream.

Well, that was part one.

Now what you gonna do?

Because in this dream wear now living out a dream car to my black isn't just for me.

My black represents his get up and hurt Get down my black stands for resiliency for all, including black.

I won't be silence and I'm not asking for permission.

No, I'm not asking to be strong, brilliant and revered.

Didn't you get the I G message?

Email Snapchat or text?

Resiliency is right.

I'm not trying to cause commotion, disruption or discourse unless that's what I need to do.

My black from Frederick Douglass.

James Baldwin I to be whales to Malcolm.

Dr Martin.

Miss Davis, Just the name of you rises to the occasion to do what we need to do way.

Don't step into a room and check the temperature and adjust our thermostat where the rooms energy, Faith.

Our joy is at my black steps into the room and we become the daggone thermostat.