Fiery leaves dancing in wind
A glass of spiced gold
A plate of green about to roll
With a hint of salty water
And a piece of ebon soul
I greet the night
The air filling my lungs
With a distinct flavour of smoke
Like a winter breath minus the cold
Exhale; the taste of heartbroke
Eyes like a mirror
With a colour the same as mine
A deep blue hiding in plain sight
Beneath a layer of prideful eyes
We run into the black of night
Dreading the dawn
YOU ARE READING
The Black Experience.
شِعرA collection of poems about life as a black man and the issues faced in both the world and in the mind.
