Black Boy.

Blacker than a starless night sky

Blacker than the darkest spot on Earth, that the sun just can't seem to touch 

Blacker than the heart of the diabolical and dark as his hair follicles 

The blacker the berry, well this juice is sweeter than god's forbidden fruit, dipped in caramel left to marinate in fresh honey

Can you taste my blackness?

Can you feel my blackness?

So black that anyone else would feel uncomfortable

So black that I let the strength of Mohammed Ali mold me like Clay

So black I let the words of Martin Luther King Jr. make my dreams seem brighter 

So black I let Langston Hughes & Maya Angelou turn me into something a little more than a writer

Black as the footsteps left behind on the Underground Railroad, never to be discovered but never to be washed away by the strongest rain

Black as the blood, sweat, and tears trapped inside the White House walls begging to be brought into the public again

Black as the history under the white man's white-out which in comparison to what we know now it would wreck your brain