In the realm of shadows deep, I tread,
A journey into Blackness, where light is spread.
Emerging from the shroud of night’s embrace,
I see the vibrant colors in this sacred space.
Deeper I plunge, my soul turns to ink,
A wise man once misquoted, let me rethink.
“Color has no soul,” the misguided said,
But my friend, the color of the soul is Black, I spread.
Friendship, too, resides in this ebony hue,
As essential as the soul, pure and true.
Black, assigned to us, to paint us incomplete,
Yet it’s the canvas on which our stories beat.
Black, the shade once deemed taboo,
Even for those to whom it’s not a new view.
Now, I dive headlong, with courage unafraid,
Into the Blackness where my essence is laid.
As I journey, my inner light does shine,
A brilliance that some fear, others find divine.
Blackness gleams on me, my spirit’s delight,
The ascent on a crystal stair, through day and night.
Tacks and splinters, they may come my way,
But knowledge and Blackness, my strength display.
These superpowers, the Ancestors bestow,
Demanding I embrace them, as onward I go.
