He is the panther you cannot tame,
With electric eyes that spark a flame.
Graceful and powerful, proud and rare,
A shadow of mystery moving through the air.
He glides through the trees, silent and sleek,
Then spirals down with a strength unique.
Elusive and hidden, seldom seen,
A rare black beauty—powerful and keen.
Through forests deep, he finds his way,
Surviving against the odds each day.
A special gene sets him apart,
A symbol of resilience, strength, and heart.
As James would say, “Say it loud, I’m Black and proud,”
His powerful words rise above the crowd.
With his head held high beneath the sky,
He walks with courage, never asking why.
He has traveled a long and difficult road,
Carrying his history as a noble load.
Wherever he walks, his footprints remain,
Through darkness, sunshine, struggle, and rain.
Rare as the night, fierce as the flame,
The Black Panther forever leaves his name.
Unbroken, fearless, forever free,
A symbol of all that we strive to be.
Written by Martel Kelly
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