i was intruduced to a man
but it seems he was already known
he had a vision of my life
and had much potential shown
he was of dark skin color
the perfect color i should say
the one to see night
as a new shade of day
his hair of cotton
but also a shade of dark
his life less beaten
bye his broken heart
convensed that everyday
is a new one at hand
once a little boy
but now a strong man
i go home one day
and wat do i see
the man standing as many
black history shades of me
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