"The Colour Black"
The colour black has alot of baggage. But yet, it continues to be a word of savage. Fear, dread, pain, defeat. Blood abandoning our veins so weak. The colour black is absence of light. It took a quarter of a million blacks.....to fight for ONE equal right.(Fast). Equality, reality, abnormality, ya'll doubted me, but I became more proud of me. Harriet Tubman, Malcom X, Martin Luther King. Shoutout to Obama who became the dream. (Giggles). The colour black is beauty, no, royalty. My ancestors DIED by foolish authority. Lynch, beat, rape, kill. For no apparent reason. Now come on, let's get real. A system of racial classification. A bold BLACK girl with words of powerful manifestation. (Fast). The beauty of black runs through my mind, I can feel it around the rim of a glass wine, define mine, without a crime, no more working hours for just a dime. Don't feel sympathy for us, we made it through. Just know that the colour "BLACK", is now defined as a captavating hue.
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