Black and White

Black and White:

These arnt just colors of the painters hands,
these are the groups of the world.
They decide what is your life going to be like,
for they are the ones, the only ones.

White is for the ones that stay by the light,
that hasnt ever tasted blood before.
They sit there and look as perfect as possible,
and look down on the others.

Black, the others, is for the ones that slink behind the White,
they have tasted much more than blood.
They take all of the hatred and fists of fury,
and look up to the ones in the light.

I am in the Black group.
those Whites are all around me.
I guess i wasa choosen to take all the pain,
and they think they have a problem, well just wait till the light burns your eyes.

Reviews

[bear]

wow. that was a very nice and strong poem.