That black wooden bookshelf I admire its structure <br />For it is eviden that it is black <br />Yet the wood must fight for its dominance <br />You would usually look past the fact the woodshelf is wooden <br />Or even mistake it for a scrath in the black bookshelf <br />though there is not one without the other <br />I am that wooden part of the bookshelf <br />Fighting for what is right <br />I am the one who is mistaken for a scratch in the table <br />I have a sister <br />Who belives she is better than I <br />She is the black part of the wooden table <br />I am left unheard, as she flies to the top of the tree as if a bird <br />But I am something she is not <br />A chalkboard without an eraser <br />An army without soldiers <br />I am not, thyself in its own absense as is she <br />I am not lost, therfore no need to be found <br />Altough she is here she is still missing <br />if only i could find her to rail her back in<br /><br />Brittney Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-wooden-bookshelf/
