Baskadia

In the rich earth's embrace, our heritage lies, 

Brown skin, a tapestry of sun-kissed skies. 

From ancient lands to shores afar, 

Our legacy woven like threads of a star. 

In hues of cocoa, mahogany, and gold, 

Stories untold in every fold. 

Each scar, each line, a tale to tell, 

Of resilience, strength, and wisdom's well. 

Underneath the sun's warm embrace, 

Brown skin carries the marks of grace. 

A testament to a history profound, 

Roots deep in ancestral ground. 

In every curve, a dance of time, 

Echoes of rhythms, a melodic rhyme. 

From the cradle of civilization's dawn, 

To modern strides, we journey on. 

So let us celebrate the hue we wear, 

A heritage rich, beyond compare. 

For in our brown skin, we stand as one, 

United in the light of a golden sun.