Like a lion over his pride
Having dominion over his land,
I was born and am a wise and fearless BLACK MAN. Under obscurity and out of dread of my success society repeats, "You will never succeed." But what conviction does your words hold when My GOD reassures me over and over, "My son you will indeed." Black is beautiful, a collage of every other shade in rainbow after the rain. Evidence that God will never leave me again.