About Being Blacker
Nobody loves themself more than a black person does
nobody is as big-hearted to call strangers ‘bro or ‘cous
always hugging and kissing to convey what can’t be said
Expressing the way they feel with a gentle stroking of the head
Nobody engages in thoughtfulness more than black people do
they have to be fully persuaded before they decide to follow you
always questioning the status-quo, not conforming just to fit in
You must tell them where you coming from, show them where you been
Nobody is more handsome than a black man with wit
knowing a little of everything, a strong-minded man who’ll never quit
always laboring under the sun, working in complete anonymity
Flexing his quiet confidence without compromising his integrity
Nobody is more accepting than a black woman with smarts
wise enough to understand all delicate matters of the heart
always willing to sacrifice in order to help the poor in need
Never turning her back on them, not giving up til they succeed
Nobody is as spiritual as an extended black family
a loving, caring bloodline branching throughout the generational tree
always showing mercy by forgiving one another’s faults
Confessing to each other, they’re godly gems stored in clay vaults
Nobody hates themself less than a black child does
constantly being reassured with encouragements of love
always believing that one day they would grow even darker wings
Becoming a beautiful blacker swan, attracted to unseen eternal things
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