I see black when I look at eyes fighting back tears of sadness. Eyes so hollowed by the pain, hopelessness, that it lacks its luster and there’s nothing behind it. But yet those same eyes seems to carry strength and tenderness to see the light in the darkness that has overshadowed the world.
I see black in hard faces, faces which reflect the endurance it takes to endure the world we live in today. I see perseverance in those faces which reflects the strength it took to persevere and to continue to persevere each day. But that same hard face hardened by life and it’s trial, reflects respect, love and tenderness, one that reminds you of the familiarity of home no matter how alien.
I see black in strong bodies, bodies that to some present a threat, yet these same bodies have defied the odds, these same bodies have endure and overcome the unimaginable and unthinkable; bodies so powerful that ignite fear in those whose weakness makes them tremble with fear and seek to attack and devour by their cowardice. I see black in mighty warrior-like bodies, strong standing like a tree not wavered by the storm.
I see black in weathered hands, hands whose roughness shows the sign of hard work and battle and having to forcibly say goodbye to loved ones due to the actions of the wicked. I see black in hands that show a boundless ability to give love and nurture, even to its oppressors. Hands that fight daily to escape violence and embrace peace.
I see black in shoulders that have tired of carrying the burden of hate, oppression, prejudice and racism. Shoulders that have endured unthinkable pain. Shoulders strong built with courage and might.
I see black in scarred backs. Backs that have carried the load of centuries of pain, pain caused by fear, ignorance and intimidation because these same backs are those of King’s and queens, these same backs no matter how hard the whip that tore through its skin causing red rivers did not falter.
I see black in dirty long traveled feet. Feet that show the signs of force change. Feet that have walked through the valleys of hell yet have persevered. Feet that have fought battles and lead to freedom; mighty warrior feet’s.
I see black in all that is strength, endurance, perseverance, love, and unwavering faith and hope. I see black in all that is beauty and greatness. I see black.