Blackness, darkness, worked but unspoken,
Slaves to man yet spirits are unbroken.
We sing songs to praise our lord Jesus Christ,
And have faith that things will turn around after tonight.
They try to keep us down, afraid of what we could be,
Afraid that we're too smart, that we can really see.
I'm not afraid to be black, I am black,
and they know that once i move forward I will never turn back.
But I will never forget where I came from,
I will keep an eye on the past so I'll forget none.
We're coming back, now they know that the end's near,
They're starting to feel weird.
They're struck with black fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem