In the shadows of the night, they rise,
With a history etched in their eyes,
Through trials and tribulations, they soar,
Black people, resilient to the core.

Their skin, a canvas of history painted bold,
Tales of courage and stories untold,
Each step they take, a mark of grace,
In every stride, the ancestors’ embrace.

From whispered prayers to songs of the soul,
They weave their dreams, making them whole,
With every heartbeat, a legacy beats,
A testament to the strength that never retreats.

In unity, they stand, hand in hand,
Building futures on a solid land,
Black people, a beacon of light,
Shining brightly through the darkest night.