‘Tis a colour perhaps forlorn
Yet in a league of its own

Said to be the mourner’s choice
Hence does it partner the bride?

Not a shade used on walls
But as an accent it stands tall

Defines form and adds depth
Black is black, without regret

Designed to disguise but not ignore
Black has cut the curves for evermore

For Page 3 swears by the LBD
Black it is and forever will be

Nature too has its own rules
Two birds, the crow and the cuckoo

One builds a nest by night and day
The other in it her eggs does lay

Yet the crow is a symbol of the deceased
While the cuckoo hums a tune to please

Two sides of the same dark coin
What you choose, you it defines

‘Coz what appears might not always be
Colours bring life, black makes you see

That no matter how far you wander
All merges into the deep yonder

So take a dare and embrace the dark
History promises to make a mark

Generations of who were persecuted and shunned
Today have elected a First Black Citizen.



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