Curiously, or rather not, black used to be my favourite colour when I was a teenager 🙂 Just like any other teenager. Later, when I passed that ‘girlish’ period, I realised black was the lack of colour, so how could it have been my fav ‘colour’? Weird little creature, I was. And sometimes, still am.
We have been somewhat behind, but no worries as long as we enjoy ourselves 😀
What follows is in answer to Prompt #8 of The Brighter Light Kid-Adult Poetry Month. Here you can enjoy the picture of the Sparkly Snowflakes team, as they have gathered together like the Three Weird Sisters in the well-known Shakespeare’s play: Just follow the link
And here is my rendering of Silviya’s reflections.
Both brown and black are chestnut ‘Cause black is chestnut burnt And brown is like my hair. Only mine is curly, too. Just like my mom’s and like Auntie Cabbage from the Vegetables’ Song.
Black is shiny like the blouse my mommy never wears. Shiny, glossy, smooth like our kitten’s fur when I squeeze her to get some kisses.
Oh, yes, the hair… It’s beautiful when it’s soft and much.
Despite its sometimes archaic language and certain naivety entirely due to the age of its production, Uncle Tom’s Cabin is an indispensable read in the young reader and learner reading list. The heart-breaking story, full of Biblical quotes and interpretations, terrifying scenes of human degradation and thrilling descriptions of pure saintliness and greatness, both on the whites and blacks’ side, will impress readers deeply and make them realise, accept and respect simple realities in life, such as diversity, equality, tolerance and dignity.