"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear
The further touch of earth, the scented air;
Lord, being dark, forewilled to that despair
My color shrouds me in, I am as dirt
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I am going to read this over and over until each and every word has sunk into my heart and soul. This is a heart flayed open for all to see- his fellow man, his Creator God, angels and demons he bids come see. Breaks my heart- God did not create us to cause misery nor feel misery. We are meant to feel love for others and love for self. Magnificent write.
With the whiz of a sword! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The persisting struggle of cultural and colour differences still exists, despite our hopefulness for the future..
Upon my back, and though the tears for joy would run, My sight was clear; I looked and saw the rising sun.........impressive expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.10
Color sounds much of diversities in the universe of Almighty Creator
This poet has his mind revolving around his inner turmoil. Dark the poem see little light.
Extremely relatable content. Thank you, Countee Cullen!