In the whispers of the past, shadows dance,
Telling tales of strength, resilience, and chance.
From cotton fields to freedom’s light,
The journey paved by endless night.

Voices rise from history’s pages,
Bound by chains, yet free as sages.
With every step, they broke the mold,
Stories of courage, forever told.

Hearts that bled for justice’s call,
United, they stood, refusing to fall.
In unity and unyielding grace,
They carved a path, a sacred space.

Let us honor their dreams and strife,
Celebrating each precious life.
Their legacy, a guiding star,
Black history, a beacon from afar.