i love to dance in the rain
Allow it wash all my pain,
because after the rain, i see the bows.
bows of sheen colours,
adorning the sky, making me smile.
it reminds me of someone, myself,
I am a rainbow, i come after the rain
i am colored, dyed black, a negro
many say because i have a dark skin
i lack in skills and many other things,
they say black is smart and strong,
but have no brain, plays only a gong. its a one-sided story, its fickle your perspective about me, cannot alter who i am and what i ‘ll be.
Race does not determine fate, grace moves me through phases,
i am not moved by what i see
ive got a perception that gives glee
its not from African voodoo,
i have a unique DNA
because the king was nailed,
and HIS blood made me the Ace.