Sometimes, I Hear the Color Black
The color black absorbs all things...
Sometimes it sounds a lot like silence
I can hear the motion of their flight
The cicadas masking all the ruckus
As hushed whispers scurry through the night
Sometimes it sounds a lot like drums
A procession roaring amongst the bush
A hoot and holler
Call and response
A rhythm guiding hand and foot
Sometimes it sounds like Sunday service
Tambourines and choirs
Followed by the Word
”God is good.”
“All the time.”
Then off to grandma’s where dinner is served
Sometimes it sounds like mother calling
As soon as she can see street lights
Sometimes it sounds like sirens blaring
As teenagers run to get out of sight
Sometimes it sounds a lot like hopes
Sometimes it sounds a lot like dreams
Sometimes it sounds like we’ve over come
A celebration of victory
Sometimes it sounds a lot like shots
Sometimes it sounds a lot like screams
Sometimes it sounds like broken records
A somber song stuck on repeat
Cheering.
Wailing.
Truth.
Lies.
Sometimes I hear all in between
Victory dances and battle cries
The color black absorbs all things
About the Creator
Vondell J. Burns
I write creatively about God, Love and the color Black.
I write thought leadership and advice pieces on creative entrepreneurship and content production.
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