In the quiet of the midnight hour,
Whispers of black life unfurl,
Tales of strength, resilience, and power,
In every shadow, a hidden pearl.

The streets hum with ancestral songs,
Melodies of sorrow and pride,
Every note a testament to how long,
Black life has endured and thrived.

Underneath the weight of history,
Lies a spirit, unbroken and free,
In the face of pain and misery,
Black life stands tall, like a tree.

So as the stars light up the night,
Remember the stories untold,
For in the heart of every black life,
Beats a legacy, brave and bold.