I Am Black
i am black,
and the shadows of my hair
become needles that sting the soil
during midday.
i suffer the torture of the heavens,
of Helios and the legends of the air.
they dwell above my being,
and they cast umbras on mine.
i roam on the desert of apathy,
not mine, but from the silence
of those whose lips are
stitched by my very own hair.
i am black,
i live in the half-world of your faces during sunshine.
Copyright © Arch Ilagan | Year Posted 2009
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