Some would say that we possess super powers
A “Black Magic” of some kind
From the kinks of our hair to the soles of our feet
We exhibit versatility
Ranging from the deepest and richest of shades
We form an amalgam
Of heavy nightfalls, burnt ambers, buttery toffees,
silk cocoa, singed brûlée, and glazed mahoganies
Crowned by the royal coils of our ancestral roots
Our tresses stretch
towards the heavens above
And sit something like a diadem
Encrusted with jewels
Our names
Signify the innovation and power that exists within us
WE are creativity
and originality in their purest form. ⠀
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