Black is Beautiful

When the sun dies down,

we all blend in with the shadows.

When we sleep,

the darkness blankets us.

Whispering safety.

It’s beautiful.

The blackness that reveals the galaxies

and paints the skyless universe;

finds refuge in our skin.


Be blacker than ever.

Black as the weather.

A mighty terror.

A hidden treasure.


Black as the music.

Black as the muses.

Black as amusement.

Black as the movement.


Black as the slavery.

Black as the bravery.

Black as the history.

Black as the beauty.


Black as the market.

Black as a target.

Black as the chosen.

Black as the fallen.


Black as the future.

Black as the Savior.

Black as beginning.

Black as the ending.

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