Nobody loves themself more than a black person does nobody is as big-hearted to call strangers ‘bro or ‘cous always hugging and kissing to convey what can’t be said Expressing the way they feel with a gentle stroking of the head Nobody engages in thoughtfulness more than black people do they have to be fully persuaded before they decide to follow you always questioning the status-quo, not conforming just to fit in You must tell them where you coming from, show them where you been Nobody is more handsome than a black man with wit knowing a little of everything, a strong-minded man who’ll never quit always laboring under the sun, working in complete anonymity Flexing his quiet confidence without compromising his integrity Nobody is more accepting than a black woman with smarts wise enough to understand all delicate matters of the heart always willing to sacrifice in order to help the poor in need Never turning her back on them, not giving up til they succeed Nobody is as spiritual as an extended black family a loving, caring bloodline branching throughout the generational tree always showing mercy by forgiving one another’s faults Confessing to each other, they’re godly gems stored in clay vaults Nobody hates themself less than a black child does constantly being reassured with encouragements of love always believing that one day they would grow even darker wings Becoming a beautiful blacker swan, attracted to unseen eternal things