being. black.

malfeasance besets burnt umber flesh. abhorrent evils that trample a prosperous lot,

a past colored in potent red 

with rage that runs deep into the walls of all black bellies ,

yet laughs still the bubble to the top like fizz in champagne and sea foam in a versilia tinted ocean

the music continues to whistle, kissing ears 

blessed people are granted the courage to laugh when one can , and cry when one must