How is this skin black?
How is this glow and magnificent beauty black?
And even this mind black?
How is this flow and intellectual profundity black?
And what about this heart?
How is this love and compassionate energy black?
Dear Black, it’s not you.
It’s me. I love you as a Matte. But not as an expre-
ssion of my identity.
I know I lost you at black. Please forgive me.
But I just can’t.
“Leave it man! What you gonna do about it?”
I can’t! I’m sorry. I am.