Friday, October 9, 2015

Color Me Black (OctPoWriMo2015-Day 8)

Black is what I always was
So I decided to embrace it
Heartache, mystery and sophisticastion
They all can sum me up
Just a little bit
But I know what color I am, it's a perfect fit

I'm the color people stay away from
They can't read me
To them, I'm a loaded gun
But I'm not here to talk about weapons
Because the words I write are plenty
24 years and they still don't get me

They think this means I'm dark on the inside
Yet this may be true
But there's still a light that shines
Because black doesn't mean I'm bad
Just that I'm a mystery
I think that's what gets them mad

My shade is too dark to see through
And they're afraid of what they can't see
So they try to mold me
But I was never one for conformity
So color me bad or color me good
It doesn't matter, I'll still be misunderstood

The prompt was "Color Me Good" and to write about a color that sparks a memory or a feeling. I've always been black which is associated with mystery and sophistication. By the way, I do remember the 90's group Color Me Bad (as was referenced in the prompt). http://www.octpowrimo.com/

2 comments:

  1. Dear Elle,
    Thanks for visiting my blog. I like your poem about black as much as you liked mine. I agree. Black is not dark in a negative, evil, stereotypical way. It's mysterious, deep, unpredictable, and unconventional. Keep writing!

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