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.
