Black

Tue, 03/03/2015 - 13:30 -- Prisara

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Black is the color
Of the moth
That lays peacefully
On my window seal
Never making a sound 
Black is the color
Of the raven
Flying high
In the clear dark sky
But still a mystery in our eyes
Black is the color
Of the ink
That is smeared
On the whitest stripe of paper
Bleeding through
Black is the color
Of the shadow
That follows you
And stays by your side
No matter what your troubles
Black is the color
Of our fear
Basking in the smell
Of the impossible
Panic of the biosphere
Black is the color
Of the womb
It may be dark
But there is a miracle
Spreading its marvel
Black is the color
Of those lonely nights
Filled with absolutely
Nobody
Drowning in your thoughts
Black is the color
Of the evil and hatred
In the eyes
Of the most purist being
That’s lead by the devil
Black is the color
Of the pigment of my skin
Never asked a question
But assumes the worst
And being rejected by others not of my color
 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world
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