Misunderstood

I am going to educate about something that is sometimes misunderstood.
My culture, it’s not just the Color Purple, Menace to Society and Boy's in da Hood.
This culture has an origin where queens and kings rules the Nile and shipped from the Mother land
And place on this continent, in devout misery, which no other could understand
It’s a variety of things which can not be defined in one or two ways
It goes back to a region called Africa where we all were formed from mud and clay
So let me explain living the life of a young black individual from day to day
I have to define myself first and then my culture and then others in a particular way
I have a brain to think and to educate others like any human being should
I have been brought up to love and bear good moral like any black individual would
My physical appearance can not reveal my innermost beauty
But only be enticing to the eye with my voluptuous body
From my long beautiful kinky hair to my round lushes lips
To the width of my wide nose and divined inclined hips
I am an example of this black culture and as you can see I am all to the good
So when Black in defined wicked, immoral , bad, corrupt
To me it is just misunderstood.