Black
2026
Black is no color, shade, or race. But when I say black, I mean black, and I'm proud.I'm strong and I'm loud.Proud knowing I overthrew the crowd that says I can't.Strong because I carried the greed of the world,couldn't cry as they threw it out.And I'm loud as a repercussion of the whip scars on my brow.But that won't stop me now because I've been ugly.Hair nappy, lips flapping with my heel cranky. And all you can find to call me is nigga.Listen to me, wigger,white wannabe nigga,who calls me a friggabecause he can't pull the trigger to the nuzzle out my head.While the world he created is dominated by people of my color. Because every phone ring says power that showers every second of an hour for Mr. Bell who shares our color.So no longer can you hurt me by saying nigga.Because I did live my past which made me strong enough to whip your ass at the games you play.