Walking through the night a cold winter day,
many of people would stop and say,
you look different each and every day.
I would pause and say ok,
nod to those who thought I was a star,
as humble and sleek as a new car.
Thus my blackenese is unique,
I continue to bring this unidentifiable style to peek,
even though it constantly faces subject-ability and critique;
However mystique, deeper than any man’s created creek.
I walk amongst the Shanghainese,
bought many things and celebrated on their streets,
became one to cultivate diversity by any means.
I am Blackenese expression…
long live “ethnic” China!