It is.
It exist.
It is a color.
It is a pigmentation.
It is not a problem,
It simply is.
It is soul.
It is a vibe.
It is a culture
It is a MOTHER F@#$%iN POWER
It is.
Thru all things the first color was black.
The God shed her light and decided that was good.
All is good.
Black is and will continue to be
It is.
Decide
I am black
And I am good.
And no matter what ...
WE ARE HERE AND WE ARE NOT GOING ANYWHERE
CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT?
can you not see that?
Or are you blinded by the white? I meant light
I am thru.
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