Black is the sound of death which relinquishes another birth;
Black are the tears from fallen,
slain soldiers that perished in the field;
Black are the cries from those left behind
without enough strength to gather numbers,
revolt and ride;
Black like time is continuous plus endless;
Black are the days when our young die from reckless gun play;
Black is the skin,
thicker than mud;
Black as freshly laid tar
on the hottest day of summer;
Black represents the truth,
no sugarcoating with false trust;
Black is the essence of the original gene,
floating and traveling through my seams;
Black is the essence that consumes the night,
however the moon,
sometimes shines bright
enough to shed a little bit of light
to heighten our insight…
Black is the core of actions,
literally the opposite of what's written in the dictionary…