Poems Celebrating Black History

A Resolution

            Yet deterred, by fate alone

Many questionable, conclusions, concerns, details

Yet to determine who is the blame

A resolution, only to retroact an opposition

            Yet to insist the muddied possibility for change

America

If I die, let it not be in vein.
For who I am, I am not ashamed.
            For what I’m not, for who is to blame?
For praise and glory, I have yet claimed.
            For all the sins, indebted to my name,
For bitter hatred, cries and pain,
           I made my choice, with sovereign reigns,
For my fate deterred, its meaning estranged.