BLACK INK, WHITE PAGE
BLACK INK, WHITE PAGE
You sit on a desk with a black ink pen in your hand
and you free the thoughts stuck in your head;
you exercise the grandest of freedoms in a world
that previously crushed such ambitions.
To be a black and bisexual woman
who jots down words that won’t be judged
by the colour of her skin or proclivities of her heart.
Your words, darling, will be judged only by their strength
and the power they wield for those who read them.
The freedom to paint the white page with black ink
tells of how we can collaborate and
make something great.
