Beauty in Black

A boy with dark black countenance
Age twelve with life full of toil
His dark brown eyes manifest his plight
And curly brown hairs mingled with dust Make him think he is crawling like an insect in wild
Cracks on his brown finger pores
Feet without shoes leaving spots on land Tattered attire on his physique
A sweater full of wholes from everywhere Questions if he is really living his life
Gazing at the way with a bright smile
And carrying parched sticks on his shoulders With golden rays of sun on the face, he goes straight
Struggling to earn a living for family and him Laments to my eyes if he is spending his childhood right