Unbreakable: A Love Letter to Black Women (Black History Month Poem)

You are the rhythm, the drum, the dawn’s first light, The whispered strength in the dead of night. Daughter of kings, mother of worlds, A crown of fire, your spirit unfurled. They tried to bend you, but you would not break, Turned chains into gold, turned pain into wake. Your laughter is thunder, your tears holy rain, You rise from the ashes, again and again. You built nations with hands kissed by scars, Lit up the sky and reached for the stars. They wrote you out, but you carved your name, A legacy burning, an unyielding flame. Sister, warrior, healer, queen, The world dims when you are unseen. But you—oh, you—refuse to fade, A masterpiece that God has made. So stand, Black woman, with your head held high, You are the dream they could not deny. Bold, unshaken, fierce, and free— The very essence of history.