Black and Reserved

Black and reserved, a timeless grace,

In the wisdom of ancestors, I find my place,

Quiet strength, in every embrace,

In their guidance, I confidently trace.

Patient like the river, flowing steady and sure,

In their footsteps, I am secure,

Black and reserved, yet my heart pure,

In their wisdom, I endure.

From distant shores, their voices call,

In the silence, I hear them all,

Black and reserved, standing tall,

In their legacy, I stand enthralled.

Graceful as the eagle, soaring high,

In their teachings, I learn to fly,

Black and reserved, beneath the sky,

In their wisdom, my spirits sigh.

So let me lean on the wisdom of the past,

In their guidance, I find steadfast,

Black and reserved, yet my heart vast,

In their legacy, my soul is cast.