Black

by Anton Pantoya   Jun 15, 2018


Colors everywhere and everyone has such vibrant decorations
Yet my favorite color doesn’t have those textures
Completely void of color, yet gives me feelings for celebrations
When I wear it, what’s with so many funeral lectures?

This color describes my favorite music, coffee, and magic
Why are they so afraid?
Maybe Black is so awesome, they never will grasp it...
That’s why I’ll never be ashamed.

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