What is B-L-A-C-K?
To them it's a color, to me it's what I am.
Black?
It is the soul in music, the food, the dance to the beat.
It is the Sunday morning in the kitchen heat.
Black?
It is me, myself, and I.
It is me, myself and I.
Or is it, me, myself, and I?
It is a community of people still moving forward.
It is my people moving......forward.
It is me moving.....forward.
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My Inner Me
PoezjaLiterary poems that feature some of the experiences discussed in the novel "Connecting With My Inner Me".
