Black Beauty Poem by Isaac Yaw Osei

Black is beauty
And black dims the glows of the sphere
To the fleeting sight. Look at what's pretty fair,
Yet, every traces on such hollow mortal frames
Set the trend for a whole wave of darkness. Dark endings is back black beauty
To the same fair object, if living should have pores on the epidermal layer
On this surface are pores, But because your fair and I should be dark
And I don't see my pores. You properly don't see those tiny pores you have?
Yes, No or Know because they're black pores!
The beauty of nature is that which is positively trivial
Saying this to mean the other will save a small situation from worsening up.
So he said, ‘When we get there, say I'm your brother. That, I might live for you.'
That beauty was black but it was beautiful and perfect. Black is beauty!
When we don't know, we are confused but alive and that too is black.
We are all black in beauty with our drum in our minds and you know or (No)
Meet me like a sleeping beauty, hear or here and there or where?
Argue again till you join us where bold ones in black companionship, Rest.
Your nose.