What is black?
A color poem by muneera al oraifi
Black is the space where people visit.
Black is the smell of blackberry smoke flowing .
Black is space and that’s my face
Black is the sight of black coal and some books where i can write at home.
Black is the taste of blackberry which is near the red cherry.
Black is the sound of a haunted house where some animals live in it and it’s a mouse.
Black is the touch of black paint where people can faint.
The age of black is where you close your eyes then you see darkness then you die.
Black moves like whales that can eat you. Then you do the test and you fail.
Black is the best because we live in the west