In the heart of a sun-drenched day,
Black joy dances, bright and gay,
A symphony of laughter fills the air,
In the warmth of community, love laid bare.
Children twirl in a kaleidoscope of hues,
Their laughter echoes, a vibrant muse,
With skin like polished mahogany, they shine,
Each smile a testament, each gaze divine.
Braids weave stories, intricate and bold,
Afros like clouds, rich and uncontrolled,
They sway with the rhythm of ancestral songs,
In these moments of joy, where every heart belongs.
A table set with abundant delight,
Collard greens, cornbread, all in sight,
Family gathered, with hands joined tight,
In each bite, a history, a beautiful fight.
From grandmothers’ whispers to children’s play,
Traditions celebrated in a lively array,
Every hug a promise, every tear a balm,
In the embrace of each other, our spirits are calm.
Oh, the colors of life, from deep browns to gold,
Like threads in a tapestry, stories unfold,
Each shade a melody, each tone a refrain,
Binding us closer, through joy and through pain.
In parks where the blossoms sway with the breeze,
We dance with abandon, our hearts at ease,
Music spills forth, the sound of our pride,
In every beat, our heritage won’t hide.
For those who look on, with hearts open wide,
Feel the rhythm that our souls can’t hide,
Though paths may diverge, and experiences bend,
In celebration of joy, we find a shared friend.
So come, join the revelry, take in the sight,
Of black joy unbridled, a radiant light,
Feel the warmth of our laughter, the strength of our song,
In the tapestry of life, we all belong.
Let this celebration of who we are be a bridge,
A moment of unity, we forever will forge,
For in every heartbeat, in every sway,
The essence of black joy shall forever stay.