There’s nothing wrong with liking black.
It’s beautiful
It takes in all colors
It’s still
and deep in thought.
Sometimes cold, sometimes burning
sometimes empty, often full
Not sure most who wear it, understand it.
Perhaps the banner of the misunderstood?
but you can’t blame the weed on the dirt
or the frenzy on the chum.
Hell, all sorts love a god
and in many of their hearts
it’s blacker than black.
Some wish to front a villain
some because their scared
some may be a hero
who just doesn’t care.
In a world where too much is perceived,
perceived “black and white”
when black itself
is so very gray.