In the depths of rhythm, where souls collide,
Resides the essence of Black music, an eternal tide.
Born from the heartache, the struggle, and the pain,
It emerged as a beacon, an everlasting refrain.
From the cotton fields, where blues began to wail,
To the streets of Harlem, where jazz set sail,
Black music, a testament to resilience and might,
A melodic protest, fighting for what's right.
In the gospel's embrace, voices rise and soar,
Carrying prayers and hope to Heaven's door.
Singing of freedom, of love, and redemption,
Black music becomes a spiritual ascension.
Rhythm and blues, with its soulful embrace,
Tells stories of love, heartbreak, and grace.
It stirs emotions, touches depths within,
A soothing balm for wounds unseen.
From Motown's golden era to hip-hop's revolution,
Black music weaves a tale of cultural evolution.
Spoken words, beats, and rhymes intertwine,
Expressing realities, sharing stories divine.
The funk's infectious groove takes hold,
Inviting bodies to move, setting spirits bold.
It breaks barriers, transcending race and creed,
A universal language, fulfilling every need.
Through reggae's vibrations, messages are spread,
Calling for unity, justice, and breaking the thread
Of oppression and inequality that divide,
Black music unites, standing strong side by side.
From Afrobeat's rhythms to dancehall's sway,
Black music resonates, igniting hearts each day.
It speaks of heritage, of identity and pride,
A celebration of culture that cannot be denied.
So let the melodies play, let the rhythms ignite,
Black music, a source of strength and light.
It tells a story that must be heard and seen,
An anthem of resilience, forever serene.
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