In the tapestry of stars, I stand bold,
My skin a testament of stories untold.
Through every shadow and radiant gleam,
I rise, a warrior of an ancient dream.

Each strand of my hair, a crown I wear,
A legacy woven with tender care.
In every rhythm my heart beats loud,
I dance through storms, unbroken, unbowed.

In the mirror, reflections of resilience shine,
A lineage of power, a spirit divine.
With roots so deep, grounded in grace,
I walk with pride, in every space.

Through whispers of doubt, I find my voice,
In the symphony of life, I make my choice.
To be Black is to be a beacon of light,
A celebration of strength, in day and night.