Black And Better Than Ever

Orianna Childress

Black. Often it’s seen as an object of absence. Too often it’s ignorantly denoted with uniform and a false sense ease. That’s anything but the truth—at least for me.

Black is worn for too many reasons, enough to serve as a medium for a shift towards different hues. And in their abundance I’ve found it difficult to associate with any.

It’s not poetic, I don’t think. I do believe that people have found resolve in the color in that it has a sad connotation. Seeing the link to poetry, yet? But all poetry isn’t like Sylvia Plath’s body of work and Westerners are the only one’s to pin a sad face to the color.

Parallels between rebellion and black have been drawn together. Still with the conventions of the present you’re going to need a bit more to make a statement.

Black is easy, it’s lazy. And to that I do see truth. You can dress it up, you can dress it down, and it goes with everything. But if deftness is what your looking for then you could’ve just stayed home.

I wear back because I see in a disembodied sense. Black is said to be the absence of color but with it on I am able to see it all. With color on I become my own distraction and everything around me becomes what everybody see’s as black.