BlackA Poem by Surface_Cracks
Black.
It’s not a cry. It’s not an excuse. It’s not a curse. How dare you think such? Can’t I love the color of my skin without you questioning me? God made me. The Scientist made me from a figment in which you couldn’t even imagine. Your mind sits in blackness The Earth is encompassed in blackness Yet, you don’t understand. Take back the misconception For I am more than a color, more than a pigment More than a neutral, more than a delinquent I am more than your stereotype, I am truly brilliant An original essence of the universe, that’s what I am. Your babies are grown in blackness Your best images are developed in blackness Yet You don’t understand. © 2013 Surface_CracksAuthor's Note
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Added on June 6, 2013Last Updated on June 6, 2013 Tags: Black Surface Cracks AuthorSurface_CracksMiami, FLAboutI'm Young. I'm Gifted. And I'm a Writer. I've been one ever since I can remember and now, it's getting to the point where I HAVE to carry my laptop or my notebook. I just want to get better at it .. more.. |