black

the black is pitch
silent
engulfing
abyssal
slimming
the black is shelter
warmth on a cold winter's day
a test of strength
beneath the blazing summer sun
the black is without
as well as deep within
a part of what keeps me apart
from all that I'm afraid
and all that I love
I love the black
unconditionally
no jealousy when I see
the black adorn another's breast
just pride
look how beautiful the black can be
embraced
nurtured
given free reign
against the arrogance of color
yes, I love the black
it was an usher in the beginning
and will greet me at my story's end
after carrying all the weight I have given it