Black Magic

Black magic

I am black as the magic

of survival,

and as dark as misnamed places

in thought where people hide me.

I am black as the market,

Stolen and SOLD,

and as dark as comedies

that laugh

through the pain.

I am black as hearts

of a people

still hopeful,

and as dark as arts

that hexes break over me,

like the sun shining in my rise.

I am black as the night before dawn

and as dark as rooms

where I am developed and exposed,

illuminated in snapshots

that try to catch my soul.

But I am the obsidian and the oblivion,

the beyond the deep, dark and black.