Blue

An experimental poem…

 

I asked professor for the color of blue

Professor told me of the color of you

Blue.

Bruises on your tongue from speaking of the truth

Ain’t nobody know the truth better than you.

Blue.

Soft shaded skin

Lips bound tightly, patience wearing thin,

Blue.

You are the essence of color.

Soft shades of pink and messy grey hues of vulgar

Blue.

You are the essence of fire.

A passion burning red and a hush-ed desire

For the truth, Blue.

You know it better than the best of us do

Blue?

I don’t think the world can hear you.

Your words are poison, but at least you speak the truth.

I asked professor for the color of you.

Professor told me of the color blue.

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