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!