This is for my people.

This is for love.
This is for hate.
This is for destiny.
This is for fate.

This is for muffins
That dance all around.
This is for dress code
On whose violations are seriously frowned

This is for cellophane
On a virgin salad.
This is for my black friends
And the ones that are pallid.

This is for the differences
And the commonalities
This is for the frolicking
In the warm spring breeze.

This is for the laughter,
The frowns, and tears, too.
This is from me.
This is for you.

This is for my people.

~
It's a grand introduction, if I do say so myself.