Be proud of our heritage of somebody said earlier the night. We don't have anything to be ashamed of. I want to get the language so right that everybody here will cry out. Yes I'm black, I'm proud of it, I'm black and beautiful. Tell the kid I was bullied for being beautiful like a cloudy night. Tell him that there is nothing wrong with the shade of his blood. Tell the lady about to excavate our skin that we've had too many shameful archaeology teller. That the buffoons to maintain our martial law, that the Melanie in our skin after all we never could be we. Never would be everyone's choice. Tell those wishing to scrub the dust of their skins that we wear our skins like hand vases against with stars. Our born like pulling dreams of destiny we don't know petals of those who spirit were amad by the battery rounds of unlucky but we did the boom. Night after night we found some freedom. Tell them. We are bound by the reality of a people, a people on another blood just the son of the Montmartre boycott with tired feet but very soul standing strong against the stormy sea of injustice. Tell them we descended from Jar Jar, San Carra, Lumumba and the many who were given the bullet for the ball or to mine them. We are born of Martin, Malcolm and Maddiepa along with on bowed heads but at the peaks of eight tell them. We are standing strong, we know we matter, we deep in greatness at the Nile and run true courage in Namibia. We own a skin that echoes the vastness of space, the colors of a gathering storm. And from now till forever we will chant it out loud but we are black and we are proud. Say la. Let us know what you think about this video, like, comment and share with your friends. If you love it, share it. Peace.