Hair short, no curls
Harder than burls.
Nothing on bunk,
Hence, sacks may leak
Yet, blacks stays strong
Through rights and wrongs.
Dogs may bark; but,
Color change not.
Hardship may try
Devil may cry
Baste of the past
Blackish still last.
Even at nights
Shadows come out
In such darkness
Tranquil relax.
Guess God created
Tastebuds to taste
Sweet chocolates
Hope you relate.