WHY PRETEND? By: Damnang Dorothy Tindam

 Why give black a beautiful image when it speaks so well of itself. How can a color be so loud yet it has no mouth, so violent yet it wears no armor. I could pretend that I loved black but not when I saw my grandma go down six feet on a Saturday evening, where all that ever loved her were wrapped in bloody black outfits. I can pretend but not when again my aunty went down that same feet and with same goodbyes in black outfits.  I can pretend but not when every single person I ever loved and lost had their goodbyes in black. 

Why are you so wicked black? Why do you bring so much pain? Come to think of it… Maybe death would never have being in existence if it had nothing to symbolize it. 

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