Rest assured, they may have
succeeded in diluting the melanin
of the Countless and the Uncounted,
but there is no diluting
the Blackness of those who remain.
Not only do we absorb light,
and convert energy,
we are the flow of oceans,
seeds of the Earth
flung far and wide
to populate and cultivate
every continent we arrive upon.
We are the wind and the fire.
The conquered and the conquerors.
What sleep made us forget
floods our veins upon waking.
Four hundred years of sabotage
doesn’t register in eternity.
The scourge have not won.
It’s impossible for the ignorant
to prevail against what is known
but not yet seen.
Harvest Life 
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