The Color of Black
My black is bold,
my black is grand.
My black has touched shores of grass,
and reached beaches of sand.
My black is rich,
cascading like silk.
My black's comforting,
like warm chocolate milk.
My dreams hold onto the color I wear,
my history is delicate,
which my black handles with care.
My black is strong,
a wonder worth beholdin'.
My black is BEAUTIFUL.
My black is golden.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.