This story is precious. It reminds people that black may not be in a rainbow, but it is still a color. But it’s not only a color, it’s a culture, it’s a movement. The stanzas in the stories in this book is quite well done. While not rhyming it has a cadence and a flow. It’s slam poetry at its finest. After the story, there are fantastic things such as a playlist of songs. There are explanations on some of the stanzas within the book, such as dreams and reasons. And for me, one of my favorite parts was the timeline of black idioms in America. As a non-black person sometimes, I worry about accidentally saying the wrong thing. Because I know that through history, the meaning of words change. I love that this book talks about the different names Black people have been called through history, and why they’re no longer in use. This book has a ton to offer and it’s much more than your average picture book.