Celebrating The Last Day Of Black History Month

What this month of February has taught me from the beginning is our beautiful hues comes in so such magnificent greatness of higher attitudes.  
  
There are the benevolent scientists whom he or she has achieved perfection before their patented inventions were adopted to use by any standard measured in time.
 
Several poets, such as Langston Hughes, or poetess, Maya Angelou, sang the rendition of their lyrical woes in such poetic whispers you could have comprehended the chorus by mind alone, pertinent elements formed from their thoughts, wrapping the crest of the intellect in some of the most prolific musings, ever read by man, woman, or soothing words to even give merit and acceptance to a cradlesong.  
 
It was my solemn value as a published author to give credence to African Americans who can tenderly woo the heart, and softly caress the minds with words of joy, heartache, ecstasy, the civil right movement and what it meant seen in the eyes of Langston Hughes, and the Civil Rights movement heard in the byline stanzas of Maya Angelou’s mental engaging works of art.  
 
In my own defense, I learned my presence from the root of my ancestral placenta cord, as I have contributed to the morality of this world.  
 
In the spirit of my healing creed, a rite of passage trait bestowed upon me generations ago.  
 
I stand in honor of presence as the recipient of such characteristics making me the woman who I am here today.  
 
Thank you all for reading twenty-eight days dedicated to African American, whereas we can display, or speak in reference of some everlasting influences we have given earnestly in the realm of society.  
 
With love, honor, and respect  
SKC  
 
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