Our blackness is our copyright. Our bodies like art. Tha whips are painted on our ancestors’ backs. Whips be our memories of pains and sorrow. Our bodies sacrificed but never broken. We like eagles. We get hurt, violated, laughed at, spit at, duplicated. Yes let your body grieve cuz it be weary. We got you. They believe our bodies dem properties to be sold and tired of. Look, they tried it fam. It was never THEIRS! It was OUR. Still is our body. Our melanin be sculpted into perfection. Tha Lord never make no mistakes wit our bodies. He knows what He doing. Our melanin be tha shine yall cannot dim. Tha Lord make you black for a reason. Our blackness aint duplicated. It is trademark. Own it!