The Blackness of My Blackness

The blackness of my blackness is neither good nor bad, not wicked nor benign, yet it is also both evil and virtuous— for the blackness of my blackness is a part of me. In fact the blackness of my blackness is the path to the light, a journey through the unlit tunnel, and the blackness of my blackness is the infinitesimally small light at the end. The blackness of my blackness is my upmost fears, those secrets within, and the way out and to freedom! If you try to find it, you will fail, try not and succeed! The blackness of my blackness is a contradiction— a simple perplexity!