Black as midnight. Black as coal.
Black as a remorseless soul.
Who dares face this shade of night?
This shade of death, color of fright.
Villains surround their back and nape
with a satin coal black cape.
Sirens slash their eyes with it,
then lower lids into a slit
to vanquish men and draw them in
to a life of sex and gin.
Shades of ebony and slate
do not grace the pearly gate.
Hear my warning. Hear it well—
black marks the entry gates to hell.
So turn your back to shades of night.
Save yourself. Turn on the light.
Black Jack, Black Sabbath, Black as sin?
These time-aged phrases have worn thin.
So do bigots fill our head
when we should realize instead
that black is not where evil starts.
There is no shade or hue to hearts.
Black is not the shade of sin,
and black is beautiful on skin!
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