Black Poem by Angel A. Lockwood

Black



The soil of the earth
We all need
Is black
like me
The outsider bark
Of the Ole' oak tree
Is dark
For all to see
How can there be no
goodness
nor strength
Inside of me?
One may just be surprise
to know the many values
of being me

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