I have unfailingly doted on the black color.
Although some would declare and argue it's not the color in a way.

the color of my texture skin and hair, the curve lips, the breath of my smile, and the glow of my skin declare— you are beautiful.

When I look at myself in the mirror my soul says,

Well, it's the color that covers your pain and suffering fear, and every desire craving inside.
these are the things always conjured up in a form of black words written with black ink on...