Freedom fighters. Changemakers. Leaders of movements. They all run in our veins.
Their stories are on century-old pages, but their impact will remain.
The struggle of a young Booker T Washington is the pulse beneath our wrists,
The sweet sound of black Jazz, Blues and Swing are a soothing mist.
The melancholy of an imprisoned Nelson Mandela fills your blood with fury,
Knowing he was trapped for wanting to give black heroes and heroines a shot at equality.
The passion in Martin Luther King’s ‘I Have a Dream’ speech escalates your will to survive,
The Windrush echoes in the back of your mind, its history comes alive.
Andrea Levy, Chinua Achebe and Charles Mungoshi are engraved on your palms
For their writings produced honey, healing and divine art.
Black history cannot be captured in a singular document,
But glimpses of its majesty can be admired from a distance.