The days are still and mundane but yet,
My mind runs like a track star
One idea here and one thought there
Life makes us wonder why life is so unfair
The chocolate of my skin they call black
I guess that’s my colour,
I don’t think it’s an attack
I love my beautiful dark melanin,
It glistens in the sun that’s my skin
that’s my melanin
That’s my power,
Black
The colour of the hole my mind wanders in
The ideas running around
So many thoughts of different calibers
That’s my power
Black
My mind is analytic
But experiences so sympathetic
Black is what I’ve experienced
& love is what made me who I am
Happiness is my morning tea
& Mary Jane my nightly meditation
Notebooks filled with notes of my legacy
My plan, my work, my vision, my destiny
A planner, write it down and execute
That’s my power
Black
So many interests that need to be explored
& because of that hole in my mind
My routes will be secure
That’s my power
Black
About the Creator
Angiie Kiiya Jones
I am an entrepreneur aspiring to be many things, with writing being one of my many interests growing up, this platform is the perfect place to express my thoughts and experiences through my writing.
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