Tonight’s the night when my brothers and sisters fight.
On this night, the Black night, is when we get our rights.
But I cannot attend, for my place is here, working for him.
I wish I could go but I am too afraid to lose a limb.
What is my place, where do I belong?
Is it with my Black family or the man who whips me all night long?
I might be scared but I’m no fool.
For my faith is my only tool.
My skin is dark and beautiful but white is all I have grown to know.
It is what I have learned to serve.
But tonight is Black night and it is time I take a stand.
For its only one night, how bad can it be?
My family and I are dead if we get caught trying to flee.
What if I die trying or I die not trying at all?
Should I die where I have always bled?
Or die running to the paradise inside my head?.
My brothers and sisters we can finally be free.
For being a slave is not what I choose to be.
It is time to follow my dreams.
I will be a free man with a future that gleams.
For it is Black night, how wrong can this be?