Black

 

Her skin was black.Her mind was full.Her smile was big.Her eyes were wide. She gave me joy.Each day I woke.Each word she said.Could not forget. When she got bored.And wanted out.I asked why.She answered not. My soul is black.My mind is empty.My smile is gone.My eyes have shut. Everything is black.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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