Smiling Black Smiles

Something about a face of black Or ropes like fine vines for fruit Im truly inspired to speak the truth Moved to mime and feel my roots Dance like the shadows cast abroad The land like us, it dies and grows And hands like sand confined in rows God demands our shine, our glows We are not cursed to black or bright It means the sun hath blessed unique So watch your language when you speak One made your tongue, One made your feet A world we have within ourselves Dont cry at night or feel damnation Dont try to fight lifes destinations Just live in right, you're Inspiration

I'm feeling that rhyme scheme Tres.

have you ever thought about sending your work to Essence or Ebony so they can feature it in the magazine? or maybe putting your works in a book? if not you should think about it, your work it really good.