What it had to say

This is what black would say if it could speak.

Black,
I am like words,
Overused and unappriciated,
I excentuate others,
I engulf all,
I am natural yet fake,
I am lost,
Yet so many assume I help them find their places,
The meaning I once held,
Is erased by those who appriciate me the most.
The isolation I strived to cause,
Is now the entire reason some draw together.