Writing In a Black Perspective

WRITING IN A BLACK PERSPECTIVE Why is it that someone's pain is felt pleasure to another? I arrived with fears. I cared to find a friend, anywhere But I wasn't taught to be my own; no school helped me to look within I heard of God of deep blackness; with words, inciting light One voice, one eye in our universe My voice to converse felt crippled. My family pools held many colors; warm as Caribbean sea breeze Each person was of significance. Two were like gazelles, alluring One was as dark as night, the other was near blinding white Those in between were earth tones. I looked out beyond decked windows. Multicolored Christmas lights blinked Nonchalantly in dark of morning; snow was falling, and had covered bare limbs of a cherry blossom tree- such picturesque view, i decided: 'On this most snowing, all white reigns supremely pure, as the black of night.' The irises of my eyes were dark brown pools, merging with black pupils... I was cinnamon; yet found solace in my shade of dark, no harsh light Soft was my dark. No more depression lurked within. Mine eyes, my ears craved Transparency; then came clarity. I understood triggers triggering depression Revelations were as treasured as exercise. Fresh air, rain, sun, I was in awe of My Higher Power's helpful hands- simplicity and clarity were blessings I needed no Prozac. At the start of a new day, I'd submerge in warmth, and baptize myself I would bring soothing light to mesh with quiet dark I would lounge, meditate, and pray. Sometimes I'd sing or hum a tune I'd go fearlessly in the dark, knowing when not to rush I'd go fearlessly near blinding lights, knowing where to focus. Who am I? i am as soft as the sinews of you; yet steadfast A dessert flower with dew of faith- even in winter I am a flower, thriving like evergreen... Amid histories fiercest touch to my roots I know of grace, granted by the Source Transcending me to live as never before understood. I need not cry out my fears, in ways that let others fear I must cry out injustices, so that others, too, may sing I go fearlessly to face my fears, knowing scars are lessons learned And good visualizations are as friends, not foes. *