If black wasn't a colour
Then blue wouldn't be a feeling
And every time you'd cry
Your tears would leave your skin dry
And skin-flakes would fall like snow
From you cheeks to the ground
A desert of white sand
Collecting at your feet
But the world would see only
Sand castles and beach vacations
And they'd say we need a new name
For the thing that is wrong with you:
Let's call it black
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