Black am I

The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it

through the window in his room.

Black is the outer world, blacker than my skin

Within which I exist on a different stratum

Deep inside my mind a room exists, where imagination lives

And thrives..........A burlesque pasquinade pasticcio.......satire

There is a window, I imagine it to be the last window to the world

It is not my window, it is His, my other self

He allows me stares into it whenever I please

There is a vast nothingness outside this mirror

Which looks both inside and outside of my soul

A duality as in the nature of my skin's hue

Behind my flawless corium, my inviting pouty lips

Is my beautiful Black HER complexion

It's ME! Proud and strong.......ME!

There is that me which is just for me

Then there is that me which I allow you to see

Beyond my apparent picture of complete composure

Hidden, oh just so superficially

Are my seething desires to rage against everything

Life is this constant alliteration, a repetition of sights

Sounds, actions and thoughts, seemingly without

Consequences you may think, it is most definitely not though

There is also my feigned duality of whom I am perceived to be

Existing in a vacuum of who I am......but darkly

Yet who I become when I know you all watch

With bated breath to see me become what you

Imagine that my blackness will eventually drag me down

Into the abyss of delinquency where you will

Nod your head and acknowledge, 'see, I told you so'

Black is she, black is he

Expect not more! You may say

Well! Look at me

Confined within this space

My mind's eye roams free

I have conquered mountains

Swam immense oceans of sharks and piranhas

Traversed the entire vastness of space

Touched the stars, embraced the moon

Flown so close to the sun I singed my wings

Stood while the earth raged, flinging lightning

Thunderous bellowing sky spitting rivers of water

Pummeling my skin with life giving force

Walked on water like a God personified

Still, you see only my blackness

The world grew darker day after day

Amidst warnings of a depletion of our ozone

Still, we constantly heat, pollute and drain her resources

Wanton waste and selfishness abound limitlessly everywhere

Must I drag you to the last remaining window

To forcefully show you what I see within my inner eyes

Open your closed inner you and look into the mirror

This window which shows the end of everything

In the blindness of your inability to accept

That we are not that different

You and I

We walk the same

Talk the same, though the words may seem different

They say the same things, ask for the same things

Asking for peace, for change, for careful living

Worshipping mother earth and the universe

From which we make our informed choices

To live today and preserve tomorrow, or

Live today wantonly and obliterate our tomorrow

This window speaks volumes to all who listens

The will to live, to laugh, to love, to be happy

Achieve success at levels above and beyond expectations

We are the same, but differ only in shades and tones

We are life's pastel colors on our maker's canvas

Delicate, soft-hued, dark, pale, and peaches and cream

See me, Black am I

I see you

Who are you

Black am I, and proud!

The world has now gone blacker than my skin

Within which I and He stand at the window in his room

Staring at the darkness without reflected within

Heeding not the windowed message

It is now too late.......we are stuck behind

The last window to the outside world!