Compared to plagues and ice on winter streets. Stepped on like gravel, as I jay walk I notice there’s no difference between you and I my friend. We are more than black within. The soil of gods and kings where we grew, the pyramids are only the peak. Shoot for the stars and know there’s no light without our reflection. Scribe and read between the lines but we are the ink. When you close your eyes; we are what gives you peace. I often wonder what’s the missing the link as I detangle my hair locked in a kink. When will we unify like the names of our streets? From Malcolm X to Fredrick Douglas and Dr. King. We are natural born leaders, it’s in our genes. I mean what’s better than black jeans, your favorite shirt low key, elegance but essential to the T. I enjoy being me. Unapologetically black; light to dark, I love the shades of our people. We make our own rainbow, a dozen chocolates from Hershey.
Black is unique,
I am black.
About the Creator
K. Barrakuda
You will only miss the shots you don’t take.
Shoot for the stars and hope you touch base.
Pray to a God even if you seen a face.
We believe in aliens but we ain’t never seen space.
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