I Am Black Goo Analysis

I am black. I am a black goo. Black in a cube, that shapes my every move. It is not the prettiest spot but it is in existence. White nor gray just black will have presence on the goo that represents my being.

The invisible box that molds me, at times only allows me to see in monochromatics, the somewhat good and the almighty ugly when it is neccessary. Yet my mold is my prism that allows me to view the world from multiple perspectives, when needed. Am I trying to infer that being a black is a unfortunate disposition? No. Why would I say such a inaccurate, biased comment. Yet, I am not inferring that being black is the best. It is nothing to feel pity about nor should their be shame running through my goo.

Being black is not quite a journey, since
Age just undulates me with thick concrete. I feel the excoriation since my goo is not padded under this concrete.

I was not able to prepare myself for this concrete since my childhood consisted of such beautiful ignorance. Ignorance stuffed with innocence and love that was unrestrained from growing, but failed to notice justice.

My ancestors learned how to adapt but I am their definition of the evolved. With age I am learning the true meaning of evolution. Strained from the act of not changing for the good of those who also believe in the just ways of life.

My maturation, that came from age, taught me to learn how to question and know what questions that need to be asked. My maturation is my challenge, my virtue yet my vice. I have learned to live not just off of advice but from experience. With this I fully accept all the challenges ahead, in order to solve, learn and share them with the world so progress can be made. This progress is deemed from experience which leads to enlightenment thus invokes judgement which encapsulate just that will help those who need it