White paper,

black words.

Caucasian,

Alabaster,

Ashen,

disposable,

flimsy,

insubstantial,

tossed away with the wind

as it whips witlessly through the air.

Ebony,

Dark,

Raven,

Articulation,

Eloquence,

Speech,

sits in the clouds

as it slowly trickles onto our window panes.

True pain is not felt until my black ink scribbles

against your white paper.

My dark thoughts and deepest emotions

are captured on a pearly sheet of enchantment.

This is the only way I know how to express myself-

by separating the two pigments of the spectrum-

because my gray voice just isn’t enough.

My smoky cries collide

with my feelings inside

and appear to make a dappled

and neutral message.

But I know that my thoughts

are nothing towards neutrality

since my mentality

has no boundaries

and my words no impartiality.

I refuse to walk from dark to light.

Why must I mix the two colors -

black and white

that create this colorful image

of two worlds brought into one?

I’d rather stay in the midst of the dullness

where blemishes are behind me

and purity lies ahead.

I’d rather use your

white paper

to speak my

black words.