Our black is beautiful

Our black is beautiful.

Not only the black we wear but the black that runs deep within our veins.

The black tradition we keep,

Our black morals.

They don't understand the privelage it is to be black.

Black is the the strongest color.

Black is the outline of everything.

The black within us.

They look at black as darkness but to us,

Black is just another name for being different from those with fairer skin.

Black is what holds us all together.

Black WAS the struggle and pain.

But we shall remain sane.

Our black is beautiful and it will always remain the same.

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