The color Black
Black is serious and mysterious
Just like my friend Jariuos.
Black is the color of a suit,
A Businessman would use.
Black is what you see
When you slip and fall to your death in a nightmare.
Is a sign to go inside,
Late at night when the street lights turn on outside.
Black is a color of a raisin,
Black is a color of a fabric curtain,
Black is a color of a cabin,
But not a color of a pumpkin.
Black is the name only in one day,
When everything is on sale,
On a Friday.
Black is describe as evil,
Cruel,
And Powerful,
But who cares,
I think is beautiful.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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