I am the shilouette, black embodiment all in one
At 5, I realized that black people don’t have shadows, something to follow them by but that the doppelgänger is reflected in how the world sees blackness…
At 7, I saw the flame flicker once, reviled of denouements shivered in fury,
Afraid to see what happens as the smoke leave it’s residue of quieted simmers [of going out]
At 10, 11, I set the house ablaze trying in desperation to relight the darkness only to relive the reviled self in realizations that 15’s when I perceived the flame only flickers when it’s engulfed in kaleidoscopes…the blackness of these pigmented hands set it ablaze…
Human torch? These black hands have scorched humanity
Ne’er burned when grasping the “C” of omnipotent “sun” glowing luminescenclty in phrases of moon, crescents iridescent of crevice…
About the Creator
Kevin Miles
"I only live to make God famous".
I craft “Accidental” masterpieces.
Screenwriter
Words were fed to me through the umbilical chord...
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