The Colors of my Life

Browns, blues, and blacks.

Brown is a basketball,

Bouncing with uncertainty.

Making the dribbler wonder;

Will the ball always come back up?

Will the khaki court always be a safe haven?

Blue is a mans eyes,

A man who yells

If the brown is not executed properly.

A man who seems to want authority,

Without any gratitude for the hard work

Of the young girls around him.

Black is the night,

The night that does not have stars,

Or a moon or planets.

It just has darkness, and those

Who enclose themselves within it.

Those who are trying,

So very hard,

To escape the brown and the blue.

Whites, silvers and blacks.

White is the hallway floor,

Rushing below quick

Pitter-patters of racing peers.

White is the walls,

That house educators and apprentices.

Silver is the pencil,

Rushing faster than the white,

To finish a sentence that

Will eventually be overlooked.

Black is the night,

The night that does not have stars,

Or a moon or planets.

It just has darkness,

And those who enclose themselves within it.

Those who are trying,

So very hard,

To escape the whites and the silvers.

Annihilation, self, and light.

These things,

Although not colors,

Can still be felt as colors are.

Annihilation is when the blues

Decide to never meet

Your own blues.

It is when the browns,

Never work the way you desire.

But, annihilation

Can lead to the realization,

That blues and browns

Are not necessary to survive.

Self, is necessary to survival.

Knowing what self is,

What it needs,

And how it operates;

That is essential.

Then there is light because

Blacks cannot occupy the entire mind.

Light because the key to

A successful existence

Is a perfect balance between

The browns, blues, whites and silvers.