black culture
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It smells like..Fried chicken baked in bacon greaseLike collard greens Like stringbings Like baked beans with beef filled with heart diseaseLike pig intestinesThat all but one eats
I am black.
Not only am I black but I am confident
I'm confident with the color of my skin
Not only am I black but I am proud
I'm proud of my Nigerian roots
Not only am I black but I'm faithful
My culture is influential,
I stress the second,
Because the media flies’ habit to popularize my
Culture makes me question the impact of my
Reflection.
Peace of Mind is
Sunday morning neo-soul.
Brown skin; Limbs and lips
Puckering to sing.
The smell of a mother's love
Caressing everybody.
As a breeze flows through the open window
