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Being Black


A coal tar is dark, It takes the form of an ancient rock, it can never get old, A Melanin is a brown gold, the sweetness of it's chocolate can cure diabetes, so it's very rare to be sold. I am Ebony, race said I can't have flesh, so I remained bonny. I am Ebony, in dark, You can't measure my arm length, but I can perform a magic that can make me shine so Bright, it's a trick I never learnt. What comes to my memory, can't be stored in a wavy hair, it can only be kept in a curly lair. The same old story has been winning the battle, I think it's time we call it superstory. Black is a V. I. P, It needs no introduction, Because He got married to Oprah to get inspiration. Dark skin is a new born baby that an old man can't change to, no matter how much they try, they can never tone to your spots.
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