In the rich hues of our skin, we find
A tapestry woven through time,
Stories whispered in the winds,
Echoing the strength of our climb.
Our roots run deep, anchoring us strong,
In the soil of resilience, we stand,
With every stride, a new song,
Celebrating the work of our hands.
The rhythm of our hearts beats loud,
A symphony of pride and grace,
In unity, we stand unbowed,
A testament to our sacred place.
In every shadow, a light is born,
Illuminating paths of hope and dreams,
With courage, our spirits are adorned,
Proudly Black, we reign supreme.