THE BLACK RACE.

The colour on your skin

Is a sign of the victories you can win

Your race is not a curse

God put you there for a good cause

The race of champions

You are coated with strength like onions

You stand out from all the rest

Even when others may say you are nowhere close to the best

Though you are black

You make white stand out

After all chalk is written on a black board

You are as special as a sword

We are proud of our race

To hell with racism!

What did Hitler gain after the Holocaust

Did we not see his body go to the dust

The Black race

Race of champions

Even the Whites order black Tucsidos

You should be grateful to be part of this race

After all you have the most glittering colour of face

Whether Black or White you are still human

Who holds the gun of the world?

The Black race

So follow on, you have a choice

You heart is your microphone

And you are free to air your voice

In fact only a Black can write this poem

A poem titled The Black Race.