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

Date: 4/11/2024 6:30:00 PM

Strange Fruit. Bananas growing on Magnolia trees. Love, your poems!

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 10/30/2017 8:17:00 AM

I found this poem to be very sad. I see people as people. have a nice day my freind.

Shirley Rebstock

Date: 10/20/2017 4:06:00 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
Date: 10/21/2017 11:50:00 AM

Absolutely...Love is colorblind. Thank you for your thoughtful response.

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 10/2/2017 12:41:00 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
Date: 10/2/2017 4:09:00 PM

Blessings...Brotha.