Black History
Feb 09, 2024Written by Joel Brown, a Ventura County high school student, featuring artwork by Ellawyn Wood.
Every time they're reminded, so am I
But it’s wrong to remind them that I’m Black
I must feel something for the tragedies
I must cry for the rivers of blood that have been spilled
They remind us every year that there is a dream
That we have overcome
That change is happening
That the dream is around the corner
But for who?
When we still are beaten in the streets
And killed without trial
Judged for the stigma
Rather than the merit of our character
Because this is still their entertainment
We are no more than pests in their presence
A second-class being
That should be happy to do their bidding
Or that we don’t deserve to live
A government that’s upset with a crime rate they caused
Rather than remind me of my daily pain
And display the stigmas that will define me
Do something to change,
So that the pains, and the struggles, of Black history, become just that
History
And not our reality.