A young black pioneer
paved his way
like cement trucks,
solidifying his road ahead.
He worked hard no less
even when the load was light,
albight slacking off
existed as the next man's leaning.
He kept beaming,
telling himself often,
your lumens will shine
light on the world.
Unfurl your roots he said,
dig deeper without measure,
shovel your melanin
and you'll find its treasure.
-Jg