O Black Wall Street, beacon of hope,
A testament to dreams and scope.
In Tulsa’s heart, you once did rise,
A jewel that reached the azure skies.
A vibrant tapestry of enterprise,
Where Black excellence dared to rise.
Greenwood, your name,
now whispered with pride,
A testament to a community’s stride.
In the early 1900s, against the tide,
You flourished, unyielding, side by side.
Black-owned businesses, bustling and grand,
A testament to the strength of a determined band.
From barber shops to theaters adorned,
Your streets, vibrant and brimming.
Educated minds, skilled artisans,
Together building a new foundation.
Entrepreneurs emerged, ambitions untamed,
Creating wealth, prosperity unchained.
The Dreamland Theater, where music would sway,
Echoes of joy and laughter still today.
O Black Wall Street, your spirit alive,
A beacon of hope that continued to thrive.
Despite the darkness that sought to erase,
Your legacy endured, a symbol of grace.
But tragedy struck with furious might,
In flames and chaos, a fateful night.
Envy and hatred unleashed their wrath,
Destroying dreams, tearing families in half.
O the pain, the anguish, the loss,
Yet the resilience of the community across.
From ashes and ruins, a phoenix arose,
With determination, your spirit chose.
Decades may pass,
wounds may heal,
But the memory of your strength, we feel.
Black Wall Street, a reminder so profound,
Of a community’s worth, forever renowned.
Let us honor the legacy you left,
By nurturing the dreams that continue to grow.
Injustice confronted with unity’s might,
Together we’ll rise, shining ever so bright.
O Black Wall Street, we shall raise our voice,
In admiration and awe, we rejoice.
Your spirit lives on,
a beacon of light,
Guiding us forward, through the darkest night
