Yes I am Black Ink
Yes I'm black ink
that in the way makes a mistake and stumble
But none other ink of any color can get in my way
or in the lines of my book
Yes I'm black ink that stripe semicolons
but also I'm liquid that shines-writes accurate and beautiful
Just as I am liquid that also pours its pain
if it hurts me a corrector without specialty
Yes I'm so of strong appearance
that if I write like a footprint
My mistake it is marked
But like this I was created so much that if I write with joy
I'm a little more efficient than a coal
The mine ink that spilled its color lived
Stripe itself and stays like that
not as a hurtful coal that it is cleared without writing for life
without the same joy
Yes I am black ink that in words more talks
But until the end even though runs the last drop
I am the ink that draw thoughts
Yearnings
Failures but with much wanting more love
I'm the drop that spilled the pain
Of the Ink of my soul always written on a why
Yes I am the same black ink who suffered with every step on my way
that although in my way any contradiction
will stop of the different color to mine
I will continue advancing
Because by that color I already stumbled and passed many times
that's why my color turn different
Yes I am the black ink
that writes the same voice of a drawing of a bird
to fall and get up more strongly marked to be painted
but I'll always be the one that stranded which reached
to the last row of the life of its book.
-Jonatan Vega