“A black object is black because it’s absorbing all the light; it’s not reflecting any color.”
Black as His Soul
Black as the soul of POTUS, dark as Beelzebub. As sable as the darkest night, tarred as an axle hub. It does not serve you well, my dear, to fall in love with black. It draws your whole light into it and gives you nothing back. Black will draw and quarter you, stretch you on the rack. It is the shade of Mack the Knife, a ripper known as Jack. There’s no good connotation for this tone of night. You simply cannot find one—try howe’er you might. Black robs you of your light and keeps it as its own. It is a cruel jailer, sitting on its thrown. Who would guess so many could be so misguided as to elect a president who is so ill-betided? What an ugly irony that he who decries colored skin should have a soul whose pigment takes all color in.
No matter how you’re drawn to it, please take a different tack,
for no matter what you do, black doesn’t love you back.
Can’t you see it, my fine sir? Your life is one long racial slur, combined with the disdain you feel for a fine calf in a high heel. You rail and sputter, rage and roar until your scorn becomes a bore. A petulant and spoiled child, you bring out what is dark and wild in those you seek to represent, ’til all of us are madness bent.
Others seek to stem the tide. They match your vain despotic pride with reason, kindness, calls for peace. On their calm waters, you float like grease. How can our country have sunk this low? We’re pulled out by your undertow. We struggle here, in sight of land where calm and justice have been banned.
You are the antithesis to reason. Charged with infamy and treason, you simply hold a mirror to the truth and say it isn’t you! Slinging charges wild and truthless, you show your nature: vain and ruthless. You pollute our rivers, offend our friends. The harm you do just never ends.
The principles of our constitution cry out for their restitution. These shores that welcomed your family call out for equality. Those rights women have fairly won are not yet ready to be done. WE THE PEOPLE seek to be heard. We’re tired of actions we find absurd.
In place of your outrageous gall, we seek your silence once and for all!