Black and shrill
No one likes
Their presence
Pricks like spikes
Cawing crows
In morning light
Scrape and bruise
Mind’s delight
Desired in arms
Fair skinned maid
Of black and brown
Better less said
Yet a black night
Brings bright stars
While daylight
Them quickly bars
Black has a place
In God’s universe
With colors varied
The Poet writes verse.
Xavier Bage
Sun, Sept 18, 2016
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