Monochrome futility

Black is the absence of colour
An opposite of white which people deem pure
Yet relentlessly pursued in present day.

Black is the foundation by which we have all colours
If not for its absence how can we have presence

The fat pursue black believing in its slimming powers
But they forget in the light it merely highlights
In the day, you stand out in the light
In the night, the light bounces of you
There is no escaping the fact
Unless maybe it was matt

The slim also pursue the black, believing in its coolness
But they forget that black retains warmth
And when they heat up, they curse and swear
Now where is the coolness in all of that

Yet if we have the time to sit and think
Are we not merely chasing a useless dream
To be someone we are not
Because we were not born black or white
Our lives neither have an absence or an absolute of colour
We are different shades of hue

If we have the time to look
We will know that black is never black
Because white will not let it be black
Neither will black let white be white
Although the futility of pursuit is obvious
It is also the reason why we move the way we do