Black Like the Pupil of the Eye

The black sea surrounded by white

The darkness that receives the light

The place where the light is dispersed

Without guile; without being rehearsed

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That sea of white dependent upon the black

The function of the being without attack

What would happen to that beautiful sack

If it were not for that powerful spot of black

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As in the human eye so in humanity

Where white folks often lose their sanity

To greed, lust, and powerful profanity

We get lost in a bog of our own vanity

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Look in the eye of truth’s vessel

The Pupil where God’s truths nestle

They truly are our family not our vassal

We must love and cease to hassle

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The black roses

The ebony warriors

The blackness where the light shines

Rich, spiritual dark earth

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Depth

Understanding born of suffering

African Kings and Queens

Love is all that is real

Celebrate all hues!