When I think of my race I see black, not of my skin color but blood.
I descend from the generation of which my present was built on their back,
from slavery to apartheid fearless of death,
so that we can live to complete our story as one.

I am a living color that brightens injustice
My story is not of victory but hope
hope that reminds a dark girl to be black even when the lights are against.

Your story isnt new, we know the shades of your pain
we understand why your past is hidden behind that paint
but we reasonate...