Dear Black History Month,
Every February you seem to come around with ease, and  remind all of us African-Americans who we really are, but this year I have a new changed perspective towards you.
Here is how I really feel this February.
This year, I feel more connected with the activists and leaders who came before me, because I feel as if sometimes I’m still fighting the same fight they fought. As if what they fought for never ended. The freedom and passed laws they received were just temporary for the time being.
I still watch my fellow brothers and sisters struggle with discrimination, and being taken advantage of in the society we live in.
We are still looked down upon by some, and continue to die for what we have always believed in.
It’s sad that if I were to talk to Martin Luther King Jr. today, that I have to tell him that his dream did not come true; that our country is still choosing to see the color of our skin, and not the content of our character.Â
I’d have to tell Malcom X that even when we stand up for ourselves, that nothing gets changed, that justice is still not on our side.Â
But, one thing I can tell them is that we have learned to embrace who we are as a whole.
No longer have we accepted the titles as nobodies and as people that will never amount to anything, but our generation has decided we wil be KINGS and QUEENS in this world.
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That no matter how many times you knock us down, we will get back up, and rise higher than we ever have before.
WE as a generation have decided to love one another, and to no longer seperate ourselves from each other.
We finally understand that the only friends and caregivers we have are each other.
This generation understands where we came from, where we are now, and where we will go into the future.
So to this February, I ask that you bring one month of relief to my people.
One month to celebrate who we are, and to embrace our culture. Please just give us one month of rest from all that we have been fighting for.
Signed,  A Black Woman who remains in the fight.
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