"black"

I am called “black”;

Tight locked little label

Not quite right

But never mind,

It’s alright,

Easier to keep things black and white



Because I am called "black"

That means: No

hue, No

shade, No

distinction, No

individuation -

another dead pixel in a

ship-crossed sea of achromatic

isolation



Black is not a colour, its a lack;

It absorbs every thing into it

Shoulders the silent screaming dancing past and gives nothing back

And I inherit all this by birthright, with

The bullet-torn bandanas in the

New World's far West,

The red soaked glittering white stones

Of the dark continent I’ve never seen, but we all

Call home,

if we count far enough back



I, she, he, we, carry it all

in this race of lives

pushing forwards and facing back

Because despite my

Name, despite my

Face, despite my

Brown skin and Hazel eyes

I am called "Black"