Celebration
This poem expresses the joy in Blackness. If You Believe in Love: A Black History Month Celebration Curated by Master T on February 8, 2025
It asks the Black community rhetorical questions about the many ways Blackness should be celebrated, especially in this political climate. This poem celebrates Blackness—Black joy, Black resilience, Black love—and honors those who came before us. As future ancestors ourselves, we dream of a better tomorrow for all, as we are the realized dreams of our ancestors.
Are we not a cause for Celebration?
Are we not a rally cry for Joy ?
Are we not… a Miracle?
Are we not Hopes realised?
Are we not the Brightest of Flames?
Flames still burning the kindling of memories by those who have lived lives where they were dared to dream and demanded equality?
We are the first breaths of the future
We are the last laughs of yesterday.
We are born with eyes that have seen joy in the face of adversity.
We are ones you don’t underestimate.
We walk the earth not with “Hashtag Bravery” but with “Purpose.”
We walk with love and our footprints leave a story of success
reated by those who sacrificed and struggled and yet
Still found their way forward
So here we are.
Dancing down a path of power.
A road of resiliency paved in patience
and forged in fury
We lay on the bones of beautiful souls
pushing us towards our own greatness.
Greatness we no longer wait to be given to us.
Dreams that will no longer be actualised in our sleep
because our eyes are open.
They from the tears we have shed to water the fruits of our labor.
Giving more even when we had no more left to give.
Are we not still here?
Are we not Artists? Scientists? Parents? Politicians? Doctors?
Teachers? Siblings? Lovers? Friends ?
Are we not game makers, system changers and freedom fighters
Drivers of our own destiny ?
Are we not already denying the impossible
simply by standing on our own two feet
when they would rather see us kneel ?
Using the word “woke” as an insult because staying colour blind and worshipping their false god with fake orange skin is better than admitting what intergenerational fear has done to their minds.
Are we not looking not staring down the barrel of a gun
loaded with bullets made of backwards bullshit
waiting to fire off false facts fed to them
by trigger happy billionaire babies?
And were we not still here ?
Are we not a Miracle ?
Are we not a Rally cry for Joy ?
Are we not a Cause for Celebration ?
Even when we were born into a world
That tried to convince us that we were nothing.
Are we not Eveything ?
