Melanin in Abundance (#BlackOutDay2015)

by C Lynn

They were melanin in abundance. 
Jiggaboo black. 
So black that when they stood outside with the night sky against their straight backs, 
only the night sky was seen 
They walked down the street, all three, side-by-side, shoulder-to-shoulder. 
They were, simultaneously, individual and single in number. 
People watched them and in a mysterious awe, parted the crowd as the ebony trio walked by. 
A present day Red Sea type of thing...
They walked by, not noticing anyone else. 
Their hair, wild and emancipated, sashayed in the spring wind; 
provided shade in the summer sun; 
reached out and caught blowing leaves in autumn; 
and served as a warm knit hat in the wintertime. 
The white of their eyes was sharp. 
No one knew that the only things sharper were their teeth because they never smiled. 
Their brown eyes were like the sands of the Sahara, 
both the color and the swirl that hypnotized anyone who looked into them synchronized. 
Uniformed but not militant, they strode,
Like geese swimming,
Like an albatross wading,
Like the wind dancing,
Almost like Jesus Himself walking on the sea. 
They were godly--
If there is such a thing. 
They were melanin in abundance. 
And they were perfect. 

Melanin in Abundance (#BlackOutDay2015)by C Lynn

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