In the tapestry of night, their stories are sewn,
Threads of resilience, courage brightly shown.
With skin like the earth, rich and profound,
They rise, unbroken, to the rhythms unbound.

Born from the roots that cradle the past,
Their voices echo, a song meant to last.
In every glance, a universe of dreams,
A legacy of hope in the moon’s soft beams.

Through storms they have weathered with grace,
Carving paths that time cannot erase.
With spirits like the sun, ever-burning bright,
They dance in shadows, illuminating the night.

From fields of cotton to stages of gold,
Their stories of triumph are endlessly told.
In unity, they stand, a force so strong,
In their hearts, a melody, an ancestral song.