They say
That Black is Black.
Blonde is not Black.
Flowers are not Black.
Blue eyes are not Black.
I cannot be a true Black.
Never.
Even strange Andy is Black.
She is a star and she is dark and pretty.
She is Black because they say she is.
But I know she's not.
I am not.
I am different.
They laugh at me, the flower
The golden-haired ugly daughter.
They don't understand.
I'm as Black as they are.
But on the inside, where it counts.
Sirius is "Black"
But he is not Black.
I am Black.
They will see this someday.
They will see that i am better then all of them,
All those "Blacks".
But i must be better then them,
Work harder then them.
Show them i am black.
Because i am.
They don't know me.
But they laugh at me.
They don't know that i'm the best.
Andromeda is strange, and different.
She doesn't think like us.
She doesn't now right from wrong.
She cheers for the wrong side.
She won't listen.
She is not Black.
Bellatrix clips newspapers,
All about Him.
She goes to far and loves to deep.
But she won't admit it.
She hurts herself.
She can't control her passion.
She's not like us.
She is not a black.
Sirius laughs to loudly.
He's not in Slytherin.
He's friends with muggleborns, with riffraff and dirt.
He's like Andromeda.
He's too Red, too Gold, too Lion.
He is not a black.
Regulus likes the house elf.
He's to scared to fetch the brooms from the basement.
But he does it anyway.
He obeys wordlessly.
He is a machine.
He sucks up.
He is shameless.
He is not a Black.
They are not Black.
I am.
They are not perfect.
I will be.
I will be untouchable.
Unstoppable.
They are not.
They will not laugh at me then.
They will see that I am as Black as they are.
They'll see.
That i am Black.
Black is Better.
I am Better.