For Black History Month

A Rhyme Manifesto

I create art on lyrical easels,

My poetry is as powerful as a diesel,

Moving through the night,

I am a native son like Richard Wright,

But I am hip hop like Eric Wright,

I am smooth with jazz

With a clash,

I speak about the past,

Fighting for our rights,

So that kids can see the future bright,

Black as space,

Proud of my race,

Living legal,

A man, but a champion of the people

Never doing better than

Just a common man,

I capture my soul

At a whole,

And put it in a poem,

When it is the time to display I show ‘em,

I huddle in the masses,

While the battle between good and evil clashes,

Out of courage and determination,

The sprinter dashes,

To win life’s race,

That only comes when you pace.