February is Black History Month, and this is considered the time to focus on the sacrifices and achievements of African Americans. However I do want to point out that although February is designated as the official time to reflect on black history, one month is not enough to cover the centuries that have been impacted by African Americans. Here is a poem that I recently wrote dedicated to Martin Luther King Jr.:

The King,
A prizefighter refusing to raise his gloves,
Inflicting a moral whipping.
Like a kid he dared the bully to take a punch, 
From his wounds the blood of love poured.

His tears quenched the thirst of millions, 
His religion a beacon on uncharted waters,
His imprisonment the hope of his children,
His death the price for our freedom.

Love was the dagger of his salvation, 
A matador waving his cape before the raging bull,
Forcing it into submission,
Despite its cruelly sharpened horns.

- Adonal Foyle