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/