Black is beautiful
And so am I
So go ahead and judge
These Baby Phat thighs
I guess you could call me "white"
By the color of my skin
But I would much prefer it if you
Chose to see me from within
Skin tones melt into a sea of grey
Hazy minds don't ascertain
And days just fade away
March to the madness
With your silver spoon
Howl away if you must
At the rising of the Moon
But we choose to tune ourselves
To the pitch of the Divine
Sublime inspiration
One moment at a time
Winding paths may lead strange places
But what victories we find
Listening with propensity
To this intricate design
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