I’ve got the world in my hands—
but that means embracing both the good
and the flaws of every man.
Right now, the world trembles at the sight of blackness.
But let me reintroduce it:
Darkness is beautiful madness
when you learn how to use it.
It isn’t the absence of anything.
It’s a color full of meaning,
a presence rich and deep—
not empty, but complete.
It’s the ink of ancient tongues,
the rhythm in survival songs,
the womb of galaxies,
the balm of activated charcoal
that quiets your uneasy stomach with ease.
The stars in the universe wouldn’t dare shine so bright
if black weren’t the color that cradles the night.
Without it, light would lose its purpose—
and that,
would be the curse.
So I carry the world in my hands—
its bright sides and its heavy demands.
And still, I hold my head up high:
black is the color at the center of every eye.
I know the truth that lies within—
that just because light is beautiful,
doesn’t mean blackness was ever a sin.