Being Black

I love being Black, I love the color black
I love the shade of my skin
I love the fact that I am religiously & scientifically man's origin.
I love the history that tells about me
The joy and the pain, the grandeur and our shame
Because loving who we are breaks past the good
And the other part that's left in the dark.
I love the essence of black culture in every nation
I love that we faced oppression, we faced incarceration,
We faced a systematic annihilation.
But yet we rose above the storm
And many have tried to keep ones like me I in the dark
About who we really were and where we really came
But they never ever knew my royalty bares no shame
And my love for each and every human being carries no disdain
Could never be burdened by anguish and pain.
And our innate gift of a genius which was given to us
Through the century by Mathematicians, philosophers,
and artist that were dexterous,
have tried to be suppressed and hidden
except our light shines brighter than any spectra known to human's eyes
it is the everyday quest of being black to seek ourselves and liberate our minds
which brings me to my mantra that know
many non-blacks take offense to and despise.
I love Being Black, I love the color Black.
GOD MADE ME BLACK AND THERE'S NOTHING I LACK