Black Rose

They look at you and see

      Death;

A reminder that one day

They too will be

      As empty

      As silent

      As weak.

I look at you

      And I see me.

        Beauty,

            Life,

               Bounty,

                  Tenderness,

                        Endurance,

                          Blood flowing through my veins.

A new beginning.

   A different shade of light.

I see me,

   A Black Rose

      Free to succeed

         Free to reign

 

 

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Struggling with blackness

Before we became
Inebriated with hatred
Indifference
Disgust
And superiority complexes
Black was merely
A differentiation in skin pigmentation
But as years progressed
And we became subservient
Commodities
Properties
Machines
The minority
And now,
Stepping out of the shadows of our oppressors
Replacing them as the instigators of our own genocide
Black
Is the disabled relative hidden in the basement
The blemish that we try to erase with vanishing cream
While some hold it up with pride
Marking it as a symbol of strength
Resilience
Others regret to have been born into it
Black
Its essence lost
In the sound of gunfire
The colored sea of inmates
Yet raised up by the success of
Business men and women
Revolutionaries
Politicians
Activists for the cause of their fellow-man
Still the stigma oozes
In a tone of voice
A look
A hesitation
You’re black
If I give you too much freedom
You might become superhuman
You might become like “me”
Curbing my freedom
You’re black
Subhuman
Stay down
Stay hidden
Stay
Black

You inspire me

you inspire me
and with this inspiration
I motivate another
to stimulate
my creative juices
one step further
riding the waves
peaking through the heart
of a Kaleidoscope
a double dose of visions
born of the all time high
leaping
pushing away from the shore
sinking
deeper, deeper
into the freedom
of a cloudy abyss