Black Panther Testimony Poem by sydney conteh

Recently I saw a
Black child shed a tear over his lost hero
Not a toy, a hero
Something that reflects all the things we want to be
His tears feathered their way down
Resting on a mask of a Wakandan king

To that child, the man may have died
What he meant is ingrained into his skin
Shines in his eyes
His joy of being black is strong

Joy showed by
A toy that has a tear on it
Thank you
Enkosi
Gracias
Chadwick Boseman
Showing black boys and girls
To never be ashamed of their melanin