Being the black friend is like being a treeRooted in a soil of diversityBut with branches that extendInto a world that doesn’t always comprehendI am the one with a different hueA symbol of a culture that’s not all that’s newA representation of a people’s pastIn a present that’s not always a contrastMy friendsBut it’s hard to summarize such a differenceOf being born with a different shadeIn a world where equality is still not fully madeSometimes I feel like a lone leafDrifting in a wind that’s not so briefSeparated from my trunk and rootsIn a group where my identity dilutesBut I keep standing tall and strongLike a tree that has weathered storms for so longI spread my branches wide and farAnd show my friends what it means to truly starBeing the black friend is not just a labelIt’s a symbol of strength, endurance, and fableA reminder of the struggles and hardships we faceBut also a celebration of our resilience and graceSo I stand here, rooted in my diversityA tree that’s proud of its cultural complexityAnd I welcome my friends to climb up highAnd see the world from a different sky.
