So It's Black History Month? Really.... I Don't See This in the Standards......

     As many of you know, my dad is a pastor and yesterday he had to preach at a church in Screven County (Sylvania,Georgia). It was cool. Very powerful service. So as I was looking and it said that there was to be a poem by Roshuma Barnes. At first I was like, Roshuma, really? You know what they say though, don't judge a book by its cover. She got up and read a poem by Maya Angelou. The power in her voice was undeniable and that confidence in her stride couldn't be missed. After the service I saw her tearing up a piece of chicken. I started talking to her and she turned out to be real cool. She said that she'd wrote apoem about how teacher's always act different during black history month. It's a wonderful poem and I thought I should share it with you. So...... here it is.....

UNFAIR!

Why is it that most teachers are meaner on Black History month?

Is it because they don't want us to learn too much?

About our history, our past,

Because that'll never last.

And what's with all this attitude?

Actin all brand new

You are no different from me

But only god can see the way you act,the way you treat me.

Freedom of speech is in the bill of rights

But that don't apply to my life

'Cause when I speak my mind

I never get the time...of day!

It'll never be okay

Times will never change

History will repeat

But who are we to live in defeat

Not me, not me

Roshuma Florence

(in case you forgot i was the one tearing up the chicken)

and the funniest part is.... that's how I remember her.... tearing up a piece of chicken.
Oh, and by the way, her name is derived from the african word that means african princess. In the words of Roshuma herself" It's not Ghetto! It's African, boo boo!"