No longer haunted by insecurities

Of beauty,

Of image,

Of self-esteem.

The suicide of mis-education.

A grave marked with victory.

Failure was the plague of my people,

Now progression is our disease that we wish not to cure.

Melodic orchestras

Of educated conversation roam our streets,

Traveling within the ears of our young ones.

This is the noise we never want to silent.

Youth repeating,

Studying,

Rehearsing,

And finally attempting to understand,

Motivated speeches.

There are so many dreams to be conquered

And cycles to be broken.

The prostitution against the government

The hypocrisy of defeat,

The money and greed,

No longer defines us

Jails and graves have no place for our freed souls.

Let’s have a funeral for stereotypes

That has only manipulated our enemy’s mind against us.

Outliving myths

And false hopes of failure

Against our beautiful complexion.

Inner beauty lives.

Salute to the Ebony queens

Who make love to education

And birth geniuses

Intimacy built on

Character references instead of bastard situations

Or victims of selfish one-night stands.

Nothing but love

To the onyx kings

Who speak with eloquence and sophistication,

Instead of producing words of ignorance and remedial conversation.

Dreams of black!

Reality of Beauty.

Recognition from within.