The Fruits of Life We Consume
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By Sabrina Hart, Reporter, The Real Chi |
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The fruits of life we consume
have many hidden roots.
History does not only exist
on the surface but beneath
buried In our memories.
History plants seeds
within the minds of people
forming their perceptions of reality.
Time captures moments
in history
Like growth rings
hidden inside of tall trees.
Black History Month
may only contain twenty-eight days
but African Americans exist
to create history each day.
Our roots run deep like our genes.
Like roots
we grow and expand
within cracks of concrete.
We are born as seeds
evolving in stages.
The time provided is given
to develop our own identities.
Like a seedly
sprouting
out the cracks of concrete.
Refusing to be limited to its boundaries.
One day becomes a tall tree
that stands firmly.
The seedly evolving into a tree is proof
there is still hope for you and me.
Like the historical figures from the past
who overcame adversity.
So keep ya head up
History is like a garden
Bearing a great number of fruitful memories.
Consume and digest but take many breaths in between.
Where greatness is born
devastation and pain exist
Where the wind blows
the seedly will follow.
Wherever it lands it
shall grow.