White sterile coats, flowing down the hall
Fast and hurried footsteps, hopefully, no one falls
Black spirit in the air, like soul food on Sunday night
The smell of Grandma, black cocoa, just smells so right
Black blissfulness everywhere,
No judgment, no one stares.
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