This poem was written by my son Brandon in 1994 when he was just 12 years old. From the day my son was born I know he was an old soul. He is my middle child with sister on either side. I call him the middle of an Oreo cookie. As you read this poem the depth and intensity it is hard to believe it came from a child. Was proud of him then and so very proud of him Now.He introduced me to Steem. Love you my son.
WHAT IS BLACK
Black is death
And the dark of night
Black is a black cat on Halloween
Or a shadow
Black is the smell of burnt toast
Or coffee on a early Sunday morning
It is the sound of children crying
Or the darkness and death of war
Black is a crow in a tree
Or a black eye
It is a suit at a funeral
And is a graveyard
Black is anger and hate in us all
It is the emptiness of space
Black is guns and knifes
It is a road with motorcycle on it
And the smoke coming out of it's tail pipe
Black is an innocent man in jail
Or the cold harness of winter
Black is in us all