Something about a face of black
Or ropes like fine vines for fruit
Im truly inspired to speak the truth
Moved to mime and feel my roots
Dance like the shadows cast abroad
The land like us, it dies and grows
And hands like sand confined in rows
God demands our shine, our glows
We are not cursed to black or bright
It means the sun hath blessed unique
So watch your language when you speak
One made your tongue, One made your feet
A world we have within ourselves
Dont cry at night or feel damnation
Dont try to fight lifes destinations
Just live in right, you're Inspiration
have you ever thought about sending your work to Essence or Ebony so they can feature it in the magazine? or maybe putting your works in a book? if not you should think about it, your work it really good.
