The Great Blacks..

Bleach my poverty, Bleach my ignorance, Bleach my insufficiency, Bleach my inability, Bleach my traits, So I may not be darker, To be called as a black in future, But I am proud to be the one, Having the colors on my skin, To stand still in front of the sun, Challenging all obstacles and sins, I am proud to be called as a black, And it is the color of my ancestors, No whitening do I need to bleach my skin, But I need the bleach to whiten all those alien, That labels me to be called as the colored and, I may rise up my position by lifting up my mindset, The knowledge has no color, I will acquire it, What color is the intelligence? What color is the confidence? What color is the determination? I will obtain all those colorless, To be called as the great Black.