Little black child,
You are the sunshine that pushes
Through the trees
Your melanin, your bright smile
Your innocence and warmth,
Bring light to the shade around you.
You grow in a place surrounded by such dark and stifling trees.
You were put in such a place where the sun doesn’t easily shine.
Even so, you grow,
Making that small amount of sunshine your own.
You are a sunflower.
Growing tall and great,
With strong roots and a sturdy stem,
Strengthened by your experience within the trees.
And those beautiful golden petals,
Spreading joy and happiness,
Protecting those plentiful seeds on the inside,
So that one day they can continue to grow a legacy
As strong as the one you hold.
Little black child,
You are that sunflower that shines through the trees.
And there are many more like you,
Who have such strong roots and experiences,
That strengthens your shine.
Hold onto those seeds and grow taller,
For your shine is so much more than those dark trees.