I’m much more than a monthSo much longer than a dayI’m that which America fears to teachI’m more than the constitution will ever sayI’m in need of no holidayI’m of a past in need of no reminderI’m more than a sticky note stuck to a Rockwell calendarI’m obviously harder to locate than any ancestry DNA orWhere’s Waldo search finder
I’m my history’s museum yet to be builtI’m a target of your brutality given willingly without guiltI am AngeloRemembering the beautifulOf all women and menI am XLooking out at the worldNever ever going to give inI am SimoneWanting a bit mo sugar in my bowlI am PrinceWarning…all that glitters ain’t goldI am the Second Street Baptist Church ChoirSinging… you better not sell out your soul
I’m much more than a backpack could ever carryI’m so much more of a definition that’s givenIn Webster’s dictionarySo much more my sisters and brothersWe are so much more…Once upon a timeThen a month called…February

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