Luna

She is not really bothered about how she looks
She just wants to dress like her emotions
She is not in black because she’s sad
Only because that’s the true colour of her smile
Her soul is the 70th shade of grey
Her eyes seem to be glowing from all the sun it reflects
Her lips twitch more in hisses than speech
Her face looks like the moon, call her Luna if you wish
She is a girl in black
Not because of the dress she’s in
But because of the melanin in her epidermis
She isn’t black, only her skin is
She despises her flesh, her cancer ridden skin
Yet she loves her flat nose and wooly hair
Cos even though her skin is tainted and dark
Her mind is brighter than her overheating poor city
She is a girl in black

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