Son,
Dark looks black
But black ain't dark

Dark is violent,
To mindless hate firmly strewn.
Fizzing wildly
Steering a mind sinister
To skim off the dews of love
From the lush hoards of your saintly spirit

But Son,

Black mirrors me
A generation soulful and strong

Black mirrors your mama,
A Calla lily blooming beneath the stunting shadows

& Son,
Black shall mirror you
A future so near
A people forever free.