It's black as charcoal. <br />Melting like tar. <br />Spread as Cuttlefish's dye. <br />And sharp like a carbon-tipped tool. <br />My black rose comes under the gloomy clouds <br />With a black umbrella in a black rain. <br />I never call that you are a black sheep. <br />My rare blackberry you grow in a prickly bush. <br />Anyway your heavy black lips murmur a sad song. <br />And it's bitter than a black chocolate. <br /> <br />To the Brazilian authoress Maria de Jesus (for her novel 'Child of Darkness'.) Also to the young South African poetess Yonela.Mali. <br />Anna Julia Cooper too.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-colour-of-my-dream/
