(This is a poem my mother, Danielle Branch; wrote me when I was away at school and I wanted to share it. MOM, if you’re reading my blog this is for you. Much love to you.)
Black is looking out and why it’s special:
Black is Cold, Dark, Alone, Death, Sadness, Evil, Rage, Violence and also Power, Unity, Love, Peace.
Black is White, Red, Yellow, Green, Purple, Orange, Brown, Blue.
Black is something that stands alone.
Black is always wondering why it’s different.
Black is always having to answer questions.
Black is deep.
Black is struggle and survive.
Black is Pride, Proud, Image.
Black is NOT understood.
Black is All.
Black is First.
Black is Beautiful.
Black is Me.