THE BLACKNESS OF MY BLACKNESS
The blackness of my blackness
I am black, blue, orange
I am all of the colors in one,
and the blackness of my blackness.
When the sky is black,
so am I.
And the blackness of my blackness
takes over who I am.
It is less of me, but more of me.
I can’t seem to understand who I ought to be.
It is the blackness of my blackness
that makes me who I am.
Although it takes away the colors and the brightness,
It brings the sorrow and the sadness.
The blackness of my blackness
I am black, blue, orange
I am all of the colors in one,
and the blackness of my blackness.
When the sky is black,
so am I.
And the blackness of my blackness
takes over who I am.
It is less of me, but more of me.
I can’t seem to understand who I ought to be.
It is the blackness of my blackness
that makes me who I am.
Although it takes away the colors and the brightness,
It brings the sorrow and the sadness.
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