We used to be
the shadows of mankind,
silhouettes now come to the light
depicting images scanty no more.
An absorbing canvas,
how slavery and segregation
didn't break our mirrors
shattering the vanity's core.
Black empowerment
like a jaguar crowned panther
because it was made a different print
from the anchor.
Reveries dead,
we are a movement strong
like the bus Rosa parked
to minister our color.
-Jg