In the cradle of ancient lands, I stand,Carved from the rich, dark soil of time,My skin, a testament to ages past,Each shade a story, a rhythm, a rhyme.Under the sun, my spirit dances free,With the strength of my ancestors, I rise,Carrying whispers of histories untold,In my heart, their courage never dies.Where shadows blend into twilight hues,I find beauty in my ebony glow,In every curve, a legacy unfolds,A tapestry of dreams, I shall sow.Though the world may cast its doubting gaze,I walk with pride, my essence intact,For in my being, I hold the universe,Black, bold, unbroken—this is my pact.