Black on Survivor
1 of 82
Youngest there is
Didn’t keep many friends
Except one
He’s helping write this
I’ll mention him later
Back to Black
The facts:
Didn’t survive
Second out
They say I left the island
Truth is I never did
My mind says I’m still there
Mind like Black hole
Live body, dead spirit
Empty like space yet
Too crowded to think
Of a name
For the guest I left with
How tragic
Black magic
Like Blues but no soul
Drained, it left
So he came in
I finally got his name
Depression
Made himself at home
He’s Black too
Looks like me
Shares my voice
Doesn’t ask permission
We fight sometimes
I win every time
He’s a sore loser but
To be Black is victory
To make and live invaluable history
That doesn’t depend on their memory
I lost, but won
Still breathing after dying
A skeleton leaving more alive than it arrived
And I’m still
Black
About the Creator
Keith Sowell
A first-generation college graduate of Duke University. A former castaway on CBS Survivor: Season 38. A poet and spoken word artist of 6 years, with 3 years of collegiate slam experience, 1 of which was spent serving as the team captain.
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