For all my eyes could see there was white.
I try to see somthing beyond this blank canvas,
but not I alone could paint the picture.
I need black, stars, and light.
For my wanting sight is a deed to great to fufill by two or three.
This space, canvas, this sky need 4.
Men are to conpetitive, jealous, and procrastinative.
Not Dear saying that it is a lady's job to disturb the tranqulity of this sky.
For all I care , I want , not want, need three others
that I can ride to die for to mess me up.
Wait, did I say me?
What do I mean me ?
I am not blank.
I am not empty.
Or am I?
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Nala ~ Being White
EspiritualWhy is the white in me? Will there ever be blackness? Will I be with the enternity of purity? No anger? No hatred? What life am I living? I rather wither in the depths of the darkest abyss than to have to feel the white!
