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
Indeed we are filled with our own light
Let's not let the glaring whiteness replace the beauty we have
