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.
