10/17/2025
Happy National Black Poetry Day
✨ Poem: We Still Rise in Rhythm (Unapologetically Black)
We bend, but never break — that’s in our blood,
Built from prayers, pain, and a little neighborhood mud.
We turn struggle to rhythm, sorrow to sound,
Every line we write shakes sacred ground.
We don’t whisper our wounds — we remix the pain,
Make healing look holy, like sunshine after rain.
They tried to quiet our brilliance, dim our spark,
But we been the light — we invented the dark.
Our ink is rebellion, dipped in grace,
A masterpiece written on every Black face.
We speak in rhythm, we breathe in rhyme,
Still undefeated — generation after time.
So here’s to the poets, the preachers, the dreamers,
To the rhythm keepers and freedom schemers.
We don’t just survive — we redefine thrive,
Say it loud, say it proud — we still rise alive.