“Black child, ease up.” here is a glass of pure water to ease up.
They closed doors in our faces
as if opportunity was never meant for our hands.
They taught us to doubt our own reflections,
to question the power planted in our bones.
Some even whispered lies into our brothers’ ears,
turning us against each other,
shadow against shadow,
when we were meant to stand as one.
But still—
we rise.
For our strength was never written in their papers,
never counted in their systems,
never measured by their approval.
Our power lives inside us:
in the fire that refused to die,
in the dreams that kept pushing,
even when every door said “No.”
We’ve tried to build with what we had,
tried to find help in places that were never made for us.
But the truth is simple:
when the stream isn’t built for you,
you learn to build your own river.
So breathe, young king.
Rest, young queen.
Your journey is heavy, but your spirit is heavier.
Stand tall.
Hold your worth like sunlight.
Know that greatness grows in you,
even on the days doubt tries to speak louder.
Black child, ease up.
They closed doors in our faces
as if opportunity was never meant for our hands.
They taught us to doubt our own reflections,
to question the power planted in our bones.
Some even whispered lies into our brothers’ ears,
turning us against each other,
shadow against shadow,
when we were meant to stand as one.
But still—
we rise.
For our strength was never written in their papers,
never counted in their systems,
never measured by their approval.
Our power lives inside us:
in the fire that refused to die,
in the dreams that kept pushing,
even when every door said “No.”
We’ve tried to build with what we had,
tried to find help in places that were never made for us.
But the truth is simple:
when the stream isn’t built for you,
you learn to build your own river.
So breathe, young king.
Rest, young queen.
Your journey is heavy, but your spirit is heavier.
Stand tall.
Hold your worth like sunlight.
Know that greatness grows in you,
even on the days doubt tries to speak louder.
Black child, ease up.
