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Black


Black is my mood,

Black is my face,

Black is my surroundings,

The Black is my surprise.



Black is my flesh,

Black is my hair,

Black are my friends,

The black, where no one dare.



Black is my suit,

Black is my head,

Black is below me,

The black, my air is fed.



Black is my mask,

Black is my boot,

Black all around me,

The black clings, like soot.



Black is my money,

Black is my life,

Black Rising to me,

Black covers me, in strife.


Chris Duncan




Poem Background info: This poem was written with a different job in mind for each verse, see what you come up with. Over all I also had a single occupation in mind. See what you get with that.
The answers are in the ‘Answers to Black document’ Did you guess the same?