From the colour of my skin,To the texture of my hair, to the length of my strands, to the breadth of my smile, to the span of my arms, to the depth of my bosom, to the glow of my skin...
I do think my black is beautiful.
It cannot be denied, it will not be contained, its in me and only I will define it and whenever I look in the mirror my very soul cries out...
My black is beautiful.
Black people had come and gone,
Black people had died through black coloured guns,Black people had been victims of old and Morden slavery but that doesn't define us.
Whether celebrated,imitated,intimidated, exploited, humiliated or denigrated, Nothing can be compared to the life of a exceptional black man.
If you add all the colours in the world you will still
