Color poem

Black
My hair is not black
Although it might someday be
Black is the night
That hangs over me
Black is my cat
Even though you cant see
why black seems so
important to me
Black is my heart
when I am not happy
I have black on my shoes
and on my hoody
A friend said to me
why must I be
so dark?
So I told him
I must be
So very dark, dreadful, and dreary
because the color black
is me.