Living Life By Color

Blasphemy Black

  Black, it is void of color, and in my soul, lies no caring for others.

It is darker than the deathly hollow,

Where it goes, soon gloom will follow.

As I search for the weapon, that will end my sorrow,

I start to feel that the time I'm living on is borrowed. 

'Tis an odd sensation, knowing I won't see tommorrow.

 Will this black death be the birth of a nation? 

 Or is black too old, as it holds onto segregation? 

But black is the coal, which fuels the flames of desperation. 

Although, I know I show a lack of education,

 I still know that black is bold, and if the truth be told? 

Then black is power, and it will yeild to no temptation. 

We are the builders, who paved the road to this destination. 

This world is ours, we are the conqueror's of obstination. 

 And black will devour, un-affected by the hatred. 

~ By Jordan James Dramatis_Personai