The Color Black
To some it represents the darkness,
for in it color is absent.
So forbidding...
It can be frightening
For many it represents evil,
it symbolizes death, the monsters and the devil.
Yet it was made by God for good.
It is a creation, like air and wood.
Black can me more pure than white.
It brings in and unites;
Matches with all, including itself.
Rarely it should be left of the shelf.
The goths love the black.
It's the makeup on my skin, and the clothes on my back.
Against the pale white, it represents my soul.
Their is beauty in the dark, the night, and being alone.
Where ohhhh judging ones is your song?
How is wearing all black my wrong?
What more criticism do you wish to bring?
I no longer feel your sting.
For me, black is peaceful because it does not easily stain.
It leaves room for sadness and pain.
No need to pretend everything is full of goodness.
More honesty and reality in the black roses.
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