Blackness
Just like the oil that runs deep
Black history and culture is rich
Just like the scars of slaves from being whipped and beaten
I, too feel a sense of pain and anger when I hear or read of a black person mistreated
Through all the pain and suffering there's hope for blacks
A ray of hope just like the sun, to be precise
We are children of the sun
We are the children of kings and queens
Most important we're part of the children of Christ himself
A mark of our influence is everywhere
From North America to South America
In North America we have the oblelisks
In South America we have the pyramids
We are a people full of warriors
We are people that never give up
We are the cardle of civilization
We are BLACKNESS!!
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