When the world first began to twirl
The idea of you danced in God's head
He made you in his image
Beautifully and wonderfully made; in the shade that was closest to his, Black
The color of the cosmos before commotion commenced about
Whether or not you are human enough to be respected
You are protected, by a plethora of people who would protest your death
If you were unjustly plucked from the sky
You soar in black men
Don't you know you got gold running through you
I as black women have nothing but a kind of love that would build a nation width for you
I'll name our sons after you raise them to the horizon
And let the solar system crown in my existence
Revolves around your survival