Black People

In ebony hues, a tapestry so fine, A rich heritage, interwoven with divine. From ancestral roots, a resilient tree, Sprouts branches strong, of majesty. With melanin's kiss, your skin shines bright, A radiant canvas, of beauty in sight. Your eyes, like ancient stars, sparkle with pride, Reflecting the glory, of a storied inside. Your lips, a whisper of ancestral tales, A legacy of struggle, and triumphant gales. Your voice, a symphony of soulful sound, Echoes of freedom, on hallowed ground. Your story's a testament to strength and might, A narrative woven, through the darkest night. From pyramids to plantations, you've toiled, Your sweat and tears, watering the soil. Through slavery's chains, and segregation's walls, You've risen, unbroken, standing tall. From Martin's dreams, to Mandela's stride, You've marched, with courage, side by side. Your culture's a treasure, a gift to the earth, A vibrant mosaic, of diverse rebirth. From jazz to juju, your rhythms enthrall, A celebration of life, standing tall. From Africa's heart, to the diaspora's reach, Your identity's a tapestry, rich and unique. With every step, with every breath, You've claimed your space, and forged your depth. Your resilience, a beacon.