During Michigan winters I look forward to February, because it’s filled with celebration of my culture. Black History Month evokes a strong sense of pride. However, since entering high school every February has been a greater disappointment than the last as Black History Month was nothing more than a fleeting thought and a tokenized moment. Feburary of my junior year began without a single poster, announcement, or even small speech. So, I decided to lead a project to bring recognition. I formed a group to create Black History posters to display throughout our school. The pride was revived until the following day the poster were gone. Confused, we met again to create more. Sadly, we returned the following day to the same fate. That morning
