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i like black licorice and black capes and gloves and tresses and long short and dark second-hand dresses and i'm aware that there are a hundred different shades of black that darkness comes in many dye lots that people judge how dark you are or how dark you are not and thus the very content of your character i like dark secrets and closets with flashlights for reading Gothic novels and misbegotten poetry and monstrous tales where dark creatures never say boo that's not anything a monster would do monsters slink and stalk and smile with slither and with their jagged teeth incise a bite from your liver i love black cats, black dogs and black crows and black days with dense fog where it all disappears and nobody knows where it went and pinhole stars and breath like damp lint and loud dark winds that rattle and blow see how the darkness shrinks distances and makes you squint so you can't see very far nor where to go i like black patent shoes and fine black patent train cases filled with small zippered compartments and small extra spaces to hide your favorite little things and secret little finds like a gypsy I prefer recycled how i love to recycle the past in my mind isn't it interesting how everything everyone gets used over and over again and then in the darkest of corners with memory you find it all over again i like black satin shoes and black satin sighs and black garters that gird the width of my thighs and black caged bustiers and black dancing nights that keep the dawn at bay I'm dark for adventure that way I've a sly dark glance and a fluttering black eye my eyeliner cat-like makes a line for a mile i like meeting people in the shadows of speak easies and clubs darkness softens their lines with the swipe of a grey satin glove and people relax out of the glare of the day be someone else for awhile stash their true selves away pretending to be someone else for the night out on a rare adventure night doesn't censure the ego it coaxes and sighs if you asked me again if you inquired once more why i relish black things why I list them by the score I'm a creature who favors darkness I'm that color that absorbs all into black my heart's where the night lives I am the daughter the mother the lady no other I am the color of black *********************************************************** legal copyright for this poem 5/31/2023 2pm Pacific Standard time date and time stamped for legal copyright and also for this writer/author/poet MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD re-edited September 27 2023 6:01pm PST time and date stamped legal copyright for this re-edited poem I Am The Color Of Black and also for this Poet/Author?Writer Melissa A. Howells and also for this legally copyrighted and registered site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World. Vote for this poem |
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