What do I write to a world, Not ready for my strife!

          This word I speak, to the life of this thing called being...

Neither the mild, nor the meek,

Will come to seek from the wisdom that I speak.

For this gift I give, can only come,

With the mind  of the free,

Not from the form of the bondage

That makes a man to flee…

No you can not see the mind of the me...

For I am the countless speck of a being

Connected to the spirit of infinity.

 

                  I  AM  BLACK