The Divine 9

Every minute of my fifteen years on earth has been spent examining the various colors around me The chestnut trees that stretch their tired branches shed a great deal of vibrant green offspring The infinite gray streaks that continue on as cars drive into the distance The two recent colors that have come into view are the ones most controversial Black and white As a child I remember the sweetness of the dark steaming brew my mama used to serve me My taste buds exploded with even more joy as the fluffy white balls of sugar were added to my cup These two ingredients became inseparable They both held a special place in my heart and my belly The black and white colors that appear before me now have indeed become separated The balance of the two colors that I once loved Has now become unrecognizable to me I shut my eyes for a moment to bring back the sweet sensation of my childhood but all I hear Are the violent slurs being thrown at my classmates and myself My mama always told me that true colors lie within I hold onto this advice as I am pushed up the crowded stairs into the school I saw a full spectrum of colors as the day commenced What color am I Today I am black but tomorrow I may be green as the blades of grass or yellow as the blooming dandelions I do not know when others will be able to see past my exterior But I am confident that one day That perfect balance of sweetness will come back to me and break free from the chains of judgement and oppression