Poem: Beauty

 
 
I find, in being Black,
 
a thing of “Beauty”;
 
like a joy; a strength;
 
a secret cup of gladness …
 
a native land in neither time nor place …
 
a native land in every Black face!
 
Be loyal to yourselves;
 
your skin;
 
your hair;
 
your lips;
 
your speech;
 
your laughing kinds
 
are Black kingdoms,
 
vast as any other.
 
 
 
— Ossie Davis

 

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