Beneath the moonâs serene and gentle glow,
Our stories whispered through the night,
In every shadow, strength does grow,
A testament to our enduring light.
The rhythm of our steps in sync,
Drums of ancestors echo loud,
Through trials that force us to rethink,
Yet rise we do, forever proud.
Each shade of black a tale unfolds,
A canvas rich, diverse with hues,
In unity, our heartbeats hold,
A symphony of truths and views.
With heads held high, we face the dawn,
Embracing all that makes us whole,
For in our skin, both night and morn,
Lies the essence of our soul.