If I had to wear one color for the rest of my life, it would with out a doubt be black. I have black everything: shoes, pants, shirts, jackets, hoodies, socks, hats, and any other item of clothing I didn’t mention. You can call me “emo” (which is really duMb because just because I like black doesn’t mean I live that life style. tbh I just really hate the whole stereotypical emo thing), but really, I just love the color black a whole lot. Some may comment that it’s depressing- the fact that almost everything I own is black. But I don’t find it depressing, to me it’s comforting. I never have to worry about my outfits not matching.
Growing up, I liked and only wore the typical girly colors. My favorite color was pink until like the 5th grade, then I decided I was too cool for it. I abandoned it and moved onto the darker colors, and I guess that’s where my love for black began. I started wearing my older sisters clothes that they didn’t want anymore and all my glittery and sparkly clothes were pushed aside. I’m so glad it only took me 12 years to discover that there are other colors than hot pink, bright purple, and the other colors I would mix together.
“Black is the darkest color, the result of the absence or complete absorption of visible light.” -Google.
I don’t know about you, but I think that sounds pretty cool. The definition of the color its self is so eloquent and graceful. Not only is black a beautiful color, but it has a lot of beautiful symbolism as well. Black is often used to represent death and darkness which sounds really depressing, but I find depressing things especially aesthetic and appealing. Darkness its practically synonymous with the color black, and personally, I don’t think people give enough credit to it for how much calmness it can bring.
“I like black a lot. i really like black. black is my favorite color. it is so nice. it is my favorite feeling. it is all i see when i close my eyes in the blackness of the black night.”
-poetry
I wrote that piece with Azya like a month ago and I have to say, its probably my best work yet. I think it really captures the profound fondness of the color black that I have. To conclude this blog post, I would just like to say: black is the best color. Have a nice day.
Katie, I love what you are doing with your blog. This was such a profound piece, and your poem brought tears to my eyes. I really enjoyed gaining more of a perspective of you, and I appreciated the definition you got from Google. Perhaps other people will understand color tastes more extensively. Anyway, please continue to write poems because this whole post was literally poetry that tugged on my heart strings. Black is just so…eloquent. (; But, being entirely serious, I always love your blogs because they make me laugh.
Yess that poetry you included was so deep and powerful! 10/10 who recommend to New York Times! But for real though I truly understand when you say black is your comfort color because I 100% agree. I wanted to decorate my room black but then my mom said that was depressing. I told her that it made me happy though but still some how my room turned to be pink and white, oh well.