Aureate- rare gold

To my people, my young people of rich, vibrant skin, you're seen as an inspiration of black aspiration and beauty. transparent with the knowledge of our ancestors who walked until they turned into ash.

But in the inspection view of a white cop on school grounds, your just another colored target with a bullseye painted on your black back.

To my family, my sisters and brothers of golden bloom, you are heard from miles and yards away because of your volume and base that comes from your coca butter soul. Translucent with the breathing voice of a million decibels of frequencies so loud that they scare the ones who aren’t on our level.

Our skin like diamonds too vivid for their eyes to see. Too bright for them to notice how much love we can give and bring to this world.

You try to take it away but you I won’t let you

you try to lock me away but I’m already mentally free.

you try to kill me away but I will stay alive.

I am made up of rare gold….

And In the Powers of observation

Call me Aureate