My blackness, while black, is made up of many colors. The purple overlaps with the green, the blue mixes with yellow, the orange swirls with the red. These colors create a kaleidoscope, all the while being drowned in endless blackness. My blackness envelopes my being; it is nothing; it is everything. My blackness controls who I am; it controls how I am seen, how I see, what I see. The colors of the tie-dye that stirs in my blackness each represent a part of who I am, who I can be, who I will be. The colors, the blackness are pumped through my body by the upside-down pear shaped muscle in the center of my lungs. The blackest of my blackness resides in my soul, wherever that may be; the blackness is a never ending abyss of thoughts, ideas, dreams. The blackest of my blackness is neither good nor bad; it just is. The blackness of my blackness is where everything begins, everything ends, everything lives.