I’d love to tell a story
And I hope I tell it right
Of a people whose only power is drawn
From an inner strength and might
I’d love to tell a story
Full of kinky knots and twists
That form a lovely halo
That smells like a coconut mist
I’d love to tell a story
Of brown eyes full of wisdom
That sit atop a broad nose
And lips that should not keep mum
I’d love to tell a story
Of skin rich in melanin
And tended with shea butter
To keep it supple and glowing
I’d love to tell a story
Of intelligence and resilience
Of a people who fought
To always keep their essence
I’d love to tell a story
Of grits and cornbread
Of choices on whether to have turkey
Or fried chicken instead
I’d love to tell a story
Of love and brotherhood
Of trials and of murders
From the depths of the hood
I’d love to tell a story
Of a transition from shackles
An escape from oppression
An abandonment of sickles
I’d love to tell a story
And I hope I tell it right
Of a people who have traversed through life
With hope to find a light
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