“Howard.
The Mecca.
The Harvard of HBCU’s.
THE H.B.C.U.
Howard…
HU
Where culture schock is a given for everybody.
It hits you
BAM!
Like the heat on move-in day.
Flavors of Carribean spices
Trini beats
DC and PG slang
Hints of country twang,
New York pride, a lil Cali “WEST SIDE” swag, spoonfuls of Cajun soul,
The best of the Southwest heat, and some of that Southern delight,
All in one melting pot of History in the making.
But there aint no “howdy”s in this crowd.
Plenty of “How do you do’s”?
And “Can I help you’s”
Cuz this is HU.
From across the Cafe
Stomps mixed with slaps and variations of laughter.
The Baracks and Michelles of tomorrow greet each other.
Jambo! Habari Gani?
Cuz this is HU.
Estå bien, y tu?
Cus This is HU.
Tres bien, sheh sheh!
Cuz this is HU.
Books open at 2AM,
Studying, working,
Grasping knowledge that was denied our forefathers and mothers and sisters and cousins,
Denied our people
But no more, no more, NO MORE
Cuz this is HU.
Where traditions never fade
Legends are made
Fashion is a must
And Success?
Making it, attaining it is the go-to gear,
Is the expectation
Of ourselves
Of our peers
Of our professors.
Because when we wear our gear—- in the city,
In our cities
People will know
Why we walk with grace
With confidence on our face, in our step
PRIDE
No, we dont hide the fact that we’re black
We let it be known
We make sure
That Blue + Red is showin
Through our suits and ties
In our rhetoric and our eyes.
We want the world to know that we’re ready
We’re here, Now
And WE ARE
The past, present and most certainly the future
Of this country
Cuz WE ARE
H.U.
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