Silhouettes don’t have spotlights on.   

They stand against the lurid skies. 

They fly against the setting sun 

And float in oceans’ farthest sides.  

Their forms plunge in a single tone-  

Black- disdained by the class that shines.  

Let us muse the truth genuine 

A tint gains fame when it poses  

Behind the light deprived human 

Whose slog is snubbed in hundred ways. 

Forget not – no dark form is mean. 

The tinted human will have no means 

To thrive, without the darkened one 

Who nails all the success stories. 

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