Poetry
Amid chaos,
confusion lingers
those whose fingers
have yet to clench
a fist
in the air.
Perplexed by emotionless stares
Of grief-stricken folk deemed okay
By the way
They carry themselves
though on the inside
they are filled with an array Of emotions
leaving them hopeless
for change…
There stand the resilient.
The brave.
The (wo)men and non-binary identifying individuals who continuously strive.
There stand the victorious.
Those who prevail the tests of faith,
The woes of hate,
And the worries of family and friends
Depending on Him to send them home
after another held breath.
There stand the able —
The capable —
The willing.
We are.
We are Black.
We are Professionals.
We are a network of regal leaders in need of reminders occasionally, “This too shall pass.”
These real experiences, (in)directly affect us in such massive ways
And our audacity to ‘BE THE CHANGE WE WANT TO SEE’ sets a tone for those en route that they shall never hang their heads in shame —
But always stand tall with PRIDE.
Matters the relatability of the affairs our nation faces, We are a team of differences with one goal — To CHANGE the ways, we are labeled and limited. May each one of us be healed of the grief,
Endowed with relief, And finally acquire the desires of our hearts.
T. Scales
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