Black & Bold II

Black and bold, like the tribal mark I wear,

More than a tattoo, it’s my story to declare,

A testament to identity, in Africa’s air,

In its intricate lines, my heritage I share.

My melanin, rich like the tropical forest’s embrace,

A hue of strength, a beauty to embrace,

In its depths, Africa’s essence I trace,

Black and bold, my skin, my grace.

Hairstyle, a canvas of history’s design,

Refinement and tradition, in each twine,

In its coils, a legacy divine,

Black and bold, a style so fine.

So let the tribal mark speak of my past,

In its patterns, generations last,

Melanin rich, a beauty unsurpassed,

Black and bold, my identity steadfast.

In Africa’s tapestry, I proudly stand,

With tribal marks and melanin grand,

Hairstyle adorned, by history’s hand,

Black and bold, my roots expand.