The Misconception. |
Ode To Black Devoid of light, they made you out to be a monster, the Devil incarnate, associated you with death, sorrow and all things glum, no one ever tried to see the beauty in you, or the necessity of you, how your (lack of) color makes you unique amongst all the colors, ironically, your reputation for "going with any- thing" wasn't enough to save you, the never ending persecution by the masses is your only existence, conversely, you are loved by millions, but that love is tainted with negative overtones, to me you are just a being as I, not a description of my soul, my psyche or my will, your connection with evil, with suffering, with death do not apply nor can they ever, you're safe with me and oh, how I love you. |