At first you don’t realize
The color omitted by the eyes.
The tint most true rises from the back.
Among the reds, whites and blues
Hiding is the Black.
Black was in the design
In the plotting of the mind.
The genius that Black wields
Touches the stateroom,
And the fields.
America’s longest lesson,
The country’s secret weapon,
The parent there at USA’s conception
: Black.
Like the beat a heart sounds,
The color blends into the background.
Flourishing, nourishing even when bound.
A gracious hue
Woven through
as fact:
The reds, whites and blues
Exist because of Black.