We hail from Kings and Queens.
The reflection of the Most High revealed in us.
The creators of this blessed Universe.
Sun kissed brass. The image of perfection is priceless.
The color is brown. As close to black as we can get.
Our crown is as strong as our roots.
As tough as wool.
Everlasting strength in our bones.
We will never be broken.
We have endured the pain from many.
We rise to the occasion.
Our names hidden.
We revert back to the Motherland.
Shackle my people, we will break free.
It’s Magic. The sun is.
-CT
