Sona Wilae Poet Enclosed Rhyme

My Black

My black bleeds the same color red
My black breaths the same air
My black causes death instead
Of life.
My black should live loud and free
My black is me. 
My black loves you
My black loves are true.
My black served the same country
Pride.
My black is set aside
Like last nights trash
Yet I ask, does your color
Mean right, and my black
Mean wrong?
What a sad black song.

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William Donovan April 11, 2024 at 6:30 PM Strange Fruit. Bananas growing on Magnolia trees. Love, your poems!

Darlene De Beaulieu October 30, 2017 at 8:17 AM I found this poem to be very sad. I see people as people. have a nice day my freind.

Shirley Rebstock October 20, 2017 at 4:06 PM You touched my heart with the pain you express and the offer of love you express. No, my color white is not right and your's wrong. God created us all and he loves all nations and people. If our heart is right with the Lord, we do treat all no matter their nation or color with respect and with God's love. Ii is wrong and evil to do otherwise. Sona Wilae October 21, 2017 at 11:50 AM Absolutely...Love is colorblind. Thank you for your thoughtful response.

Freddie Robinson Jr. October 2, 2017 at 12:41 PM Powerful truth message poem, Sona! I feel you w/a strong positive vibe, sista. This potent poem speaks to my heart. Excellent expressive thought poetry. May love light your path always. Sona Wilae October 2, 2017 at 4:09 PM Blessings...Brotha.