Dark
Dark
Is it a place where light is absent?
A place like a classroom where no students are present?
Is it the lighting of the streets in which the powerful roam and to whom the innocent yield?
Or is it the colour of my skin in which I am concealed?
Is it where someone is left when they do not understand something?
Maybe it is the kind of chocolate that is bitter to the tounge but healthy for the body?
Is it like having a sun with no light or crops without a field?
Or is it the colour of my skin in which I am concealed?
Is it the only thing one sees when one is without sight?
Or is it shade of colour that is present on ones eye when one chooses to pick a fight?
May it be the only thing one might see if one were to enter battle without a shield?
Or is it the colour of my skin in which I am concealed?
Is it what children fear and also where they are encouraged to stay strong and positive?
Or is it the type of color that is used to represent negative?
Is it the same empty room of death-row where one's fate may be forever sealed?
Or is it the colour of my skin in which I am concealed?
Copyright © Daniel Koria | Year Posted 2017
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