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Black Night

by Makhi Williams-Kent

Tonight’s the night when my brothers and sisters fight.

On this night, the Black night, is when we get our rights.

But I cannot attend, for my place is here, working for him.

I wish I could go but I am too afraid to lose a limb.

What is my place, where do I belong?

Is it with my Black family or the man who whips me all night long?

I might be scared but I’m no fool.

For my faith is my only tool.

My skin is dark and beautiful but white is all I have grown to know.

It is what I have learned to serve.

But tonight is Black night and it is time I take a stand.

For its only one night, how bad can it be?

My family and I are dead if we get caught trying to flee.

What if I die trying or I die not trying at all?

Should I die where I have always bled?

Or die running to the paradise inside my head?.

My brothers and sisters we can finally be free.

For being a slave is not what I choose to be.

It is time to follow my dreams.

I will be a free man with a future that gleams.

For it is Black night, how wrong can this be?

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