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The Black race is so magical and I would like to think it's a manifestation of God's greatness He created and designed us in different shapes, sizes, hues Who ever thought that the pigment of our skin was an issue Segregation was seemingly about power and wealth but they had to bring up the tint of our skin They enslaved us with this mindset and now some of us have adapted it too Our ancestors wouldn't like this No they would not be proud Of this colorism that exists They taught us that lighter is better That your dark skin is not suitable They slander us for our features yet they lust after it This systematic thinking has our men slandering us too But I'm here to declare that this must not happen We can't let it be true Black men and women are synonyms We are carved by the same hands, of the same beauty and without one, the other can't exist So my people, let's not conform to their standards Let's appreciate the melanin we were born with No matter the shade Light-skinned, dark-skinned- doesn't matter We're all comprised of mahogany, ebony, caramel, chestnut, coffee and sienna We can be as dark as the midnight sky or brown like honey Think about the history, not the whips, that are laced into our skin Not just slavery, but years of excellence and grace We are reminiscent of hot cocoa that warms cold nights And we have constellations, even galaxies swimming in our eyes and tucked in our bones We are Black That means we represent depth, strength, elegance and nobleness We are Black
