I am uncertainty and definition
Crowned with a wilting wreath to parade this circle of onus
Where I have been made iron from earthen
In defense of this caramel gloss that polishes me.
Oh watchers of the day and of the night!
Tell me then my sin
For which I have been christened villian
To be raked over coal and scathed
Undeserving of the grill and gratification.
Do you not see?
The beauty borne from this dust is if transcendent artistry
Molded and sculpted
Only matched by one from the same potter
For we are of one flavor
Made to filter and flourish
I am blood and bone
But mostly skin
This blackness is my salvation
For while it may not be the sun you rise to at dawn,
It is the moon you speak to at dusk
To salve and to redeem
Will the glaze ever fall off?
If it may, pitch then a little closer and see
See!
I am black and proud
Unapologetically theistic to the glory if me
Here lays my pride
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