BLACK

Color which I have attack,
When Wearing everyone atrack,
Even if is attack track.

In every where you walk,
It shows you have stock,
While you have no work.

Color which has no shock,
Confidance while looking your clock,
Proud of yourself when talk.

Everyone will like to look,
Even a person who cook,
Hands will like to book.

This poem is about: 
Me

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