what is your black?

Power,Honor,Glory,Pride
Within my black skin abides.
No shame,disgrace or mockery here
My black skin is beyond compare.

Pain, misery and shame to last
All these lie in my black past.
Bit slaves we are nomore, Oh Yes It's true. That business ended back in 1972.
The darker the Berry the sweeter the roots, the sweeter the juice. The deeper the tree, the stronger the roots.
To be black is an honor and I will not hide.
For to wear this skin, you must with pride.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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