I thank you God for creating me black,
Foe makng of me
Porter of all sorrows,
Setting on my head
The World.
I wear the Centaur's hide
And I have carried the World since the first
morning.
White is a colour for special occasions.
Black the colour for every day
And I have carried the World since the evening.
I am glad
Of the shape of my head
Made to carry the World,
Content,
With the shape of my noise
That must snuff every wind of the World
Pleased
With the shape of my legs
Ready to run all the heats of the World.
I thank you God for creating me black
For making of me
Porter of all sorrows.