I am black
Black like the ocean deep
Those quiet waters
Carrying life
In broken caverns
I too hold life
In the shattered depths
Of me
I am black
Like the midnight sky
Awakening the consciousness
Of light
I too hold constellations
In the palms of my blacks hands
Making this life
With my mystery, and wonder
See, this color of mines
Moves mountains deep
Presses against the dawn of time
Awakens queens and kings from their slumber
(Before we were expelled, by number)
I am black
I am black
I am black
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