:: VII. Grams

Black History Month, otherwise known as, Februrary, or rather, the shortest month in the calendar year, is a month in which the history of colored folks are highlighted, only to be swept back... Ah! Nevermind, I digress. To keep this entry on a more positive note, I'll preach instead that Black History month is the one month in our calendar year that brings rise for the jubilant celebration of all the Black Lives that Mattered and still Matter. It is the one month out of three hundred and sixty five days in which we honor not only the love and appreciation for the beauty of BLACKNESS, but we also show a great deal of admiration for all the strides, leaps and bounds made amongst US ― people of color. So, in honor of that very fact, I share a poem. A written piece of word art, titled Dreams, crafted by a noteworthy person of color, a BLACK man, and of one my favorites, Langston Hughes.

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Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

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As I say time and time again, share. Share this work. Share this beautifully, yet simply crafted piece full of life and HOPE written by a man of COLOR. Share the DREAM. Share the HOPE for better days. In a life burdened by hardship, it is, from time to time, good to find the peace and joy within it. As Frank Miller once said, "The world doesn't make sense until you force it to." Thus, you must, at times, force yourself to see the good through all the bad. So, again, share. Re-read. And, well, repeat.