I’m much more than a month
So much longer than a day
I’m that which America fears to teach
I’m more than the constitution will ever say
I’m in need of no holiday
I’m of a past in need of no reminder
I’m more than a sticky note stuck to a Rockwell calendar
I’m obviously harder to locate than any ancestry DNA or
Where’s Waldo search finder
I’m my history’s museum yet to be built
I’m a target of your brutality given willingly without guilt
I am Angelo
Remembering the beautiful
Of all women and men
I am X
Looking out at the world
Never ever going to give in
I am Simone
Wanting a bit mo sugar in my bowl
I am Prince
Warning…all that glitters ain’t gold
I am the Second Street Baptist Church Choir
Singing… you better not sell out your soul
I’m much more than a backpack could ever carry
I’m so much more of a definition that’s given
In Webster’s dictionary
So much more my sisters and brothers
We are so much more…
Once upon a time
Then a month called…
February
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