Building a Strong Inner LIfe through Poetry & Talk, New Millennium Poetry

I am a child of the 60’s

Born at a time when being Black

Was proud.

I wore an afro.

Went to the barbershop to have it trimmed.

Lived in a Black neighborhood

All I knew was black!

Went to a school filled with black teachers.

Black principal,

Black is my soul.

So much a part of me,

If I would give it up,

I would cease to exist.

Black is an attitude.

Black is soul food.

Black is music & swagger.

Black is a language.

The way I walk; the way I dance

Black are my ancestors who helped build America!

I too am an American!