I Am Black

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For: Imagine yourself as a Color Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
August 12, 2025
I am soul destroying black,
Life has painted me like that.

I no longer see the sun, 
Nor starlight in its nightly run.

I live in achromatic gloom,
Caged by walls I cannot see.

No longer is there poetry,
Though I once new Calliope.

Fairest of all Muses,
Why hast thou forsaken me?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2025



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Date: 8/25/2025 12:32:00 PM
Congratulations on your "I Am Black" write. I enjoyed reading your powerful/colorful write. What A Great Picture... Have a very colorful day with your win as you go writing away.........
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Date: 8/25/2025 2:41:00 AM
Great, great poem, congratulations
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Date: 8/25/2025 1:39:00 AM
I don't like how this color has taken unfortunate connotations with political movement, but I digress. I really love the almost Gothic atmosphere here. Haunting, yet beautiful. Congrats!
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Date: 8/24/2025 11:56:00 PM
I really like this only poem that was on black. It seemed half rhyme to me as well as free verse. Congratulations, Chetta. Loved the concluding lines of this poem.
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Date: 8/12/2025 5:09:00 PM
outstanding and captivating! great contest entry. wishing you the best with this entry, hugs, Sara
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Chetta Achara
Date: 8/12/2025 5:23:00 PM
Thank you.
Date: 8/12/2025 3:02:00 PM
Powerful if not a bit politically incorrect, or at least some might view it that way. For the record, I wouldn't
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Tom Woody
Date: 8/12/2025 3:16:00 PM
I know
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Chetta Achara
Date: 8/12/2025 3:10:00 PM
Yes, sadly it's difficult to use certain words in today's highly charged political melee. In this poem it is simply a color same as any other color in the crayon box
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