Poetry

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.


N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society

Words tied in rhyme!

I am BLACK and I do MATTER!

How skewed is your enterprise!
Black is death, while divine is white?
You claim your white is pure and right,
While black is the negative twin in hide!

You tag me depressing,
You label me frightening,
A black mark you say
is because of the wrong doings!
Alas, your lie is not even a lie,
when it is white. Right?

Know you must I should be celebrated!
No concede, no tags, no nonsense tolerated!

Now hear this!
I am the color of Anubis.
I am the soil of Nile.
I am unambiguous, I am definite.
I am hard to be misunderstood!

I am the color of the ink that you read.
I am, your nice silhouette.
I have depth, devoid of variation.
I am, the regal black!

In my power I absorb it all.
I am not one, but all of it all.
I am the core of universe.
It’s very dark hole!
Inescapable gravity, makes my core.

For aeons I have protected you.
I hide your mass,
I hide your feelings,
I hide your insecurities.
Yet you are demeaning!

Now hear this again!
I am not from you, you are from me.
I am your very absence, in fact
All your light lies in me!

I am BLACK and I do MATTER!

BLACK!