What is Black?

What is Black?
By MiaMac


Black ain’t a question
It’s the answer
buried deep in the roots
of my family tree.
The hurt
of my past, the pain
of my future.
The ability to forgive
and be forgiven
The will to survive
keep hope alive
to dream and be
free

Black ain’t the color of my skin
It’s what lies within
The strength in my eyes
The freedom in my speech
The ability to try
and reach the heavens
even if it takes a life
time to figure out
who I am and
why?

It ain’t what I wear
the texture of my hair
the way I walk, talk or rap
about my bling
material things
sing the blues
what you see in the news
my full lips
my hips or curvaceous thighs
my eyes, nose, toes
No, none of those
will do, Black
ain’t even a hue

It’s much deeper than this
An abyss: void of color
Like no other
Mysterious, Sexy and
Sophisticated
Black Is
Who I Am
Not who I try to be
Not a copycat
But the genuine article
Me.

So, did you really think?
Black was simple
That it could be boxed
packaged and sold
auctioned on eBay
for all the world
to hold or buy
pay a small fee?
What is Black?
Baby, Black is free.