In the depths of history’s shadowed past,
Where chains once bound and voices were cast,
Rises a strength, unyielding and vast,
A legacy of resilience, steadfast.

Through the whispers of time, their stories unfold,
Tales of courage, of hearts bold,
In every stride, their dreams uphold,
A tapestry of triumph, richly told.

With skin like the night, and eyes that gleam,
Black souls rise, pursuing the dream,
In unity and hope, they beam,
A future bright, like a radiant stream.

In every heartbeat, a song of grace,
In every smile, a warm embrace,
Together they stand, in every place,
The beauty of black souls, time cannot erase.