Black is beautiful!
So wear it proud.
There’s nothing whispered
that won’t be shouted loud.
Now hold your head up high
for earth to kiss your brow.

Ash is black is beautiful:
sin today re-branded.
A happy, happy fault,
once so heavy handed,
now dances blues across the keys
for those in captivity stranded.

Black is ash is beautiful:
the end of imposed shame.
The end of imposition
that wants us all the same,
that wants our ears forgetting
the truth we’ve already claimed.