Pacella Chukwuma Eke Poet Rhyme

Black

In the beginning, the world was
And in the world, black was. 

Yet the colour, rejected 
and its people, dejected 

Human, make me see bad in black, for I do not
Make me rhyme agony with that colour that was, before the
making, for I do not. 

I do not fuse her with the wicked 
I do not consider sad days to be black days 

For only in the dark is my world at peace 
Only in pitch black, do I find peace.

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Leotis Hargrove February 4, 2022 at 11:04 PM Thank you for sharing. Black is what I am! I am not just a color but a person. Am a fan now! I Love the way you described more than a color, more than one person, more than just one nations. Keep up the great work.

Christuraj Alex November 18, 2021 at 1:21 AM Come to Tamil Nadu, India. If you say to someone you are black, there will be a great commotion. Their hearts, yet, are sweet, you know! A very beautiful concept and writing.