You have

No reference for the pain to which I refer

Subdued into the comfort of being deterred

Head kept down-Yes ma’am, no sir

Walked the walk, my dreams deferred

No recollection of our collective success in these spaces

Places we slept, no colour in those faces

Just looking on from 10-20 paces

Wondering who benefits from all of these races

But on I kept

Generations of tears wept

Fierceness brewing; uncomfortable swept

Aside-Inside dreams redrawn and new concept

Of self; building on things I’ve worked to accept

Blackness; buried deep in my soul

Lived as a fault that I’ve had to control

Blackness; unearthed, this power reclaimed

Mined from within, the poison drained

I aspire to claim all that I wish to see

So others like me can look around and be

Inspired to live the dreams that we

have dreamt since before we were free