My Black

My black bleeds the same color red
my black breaths the same air
my black causes death instead
of life.

My black should live loud and free
my black is me.
my black loves you
my black loves are true.
my black served the same country

My black is set aside
like last nights trash
Yet I ask,
does your color
mean right, and my black
mean wrong?
what a sad BLACK song.


Her white, his brown, their skin
deserves to win the same love
blessed from above
Clouds blessed in loud
Humanity should be proud
To sing colorless songs!

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I inhale a blessed life and exhale my passion of poetic signatures. My past has not been kind, however, my zeal to overcome the frailties of life has blessed me beyond measure. I am a devoted wife and Christian believer.
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