Color
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Is your favorite color still red?
Because my favorite is still blue.
Do you still wear those black pants?
Purple shows in school Purple,
Purple it very simple,
Purple it is like an example,
In different draws like apple.
I have work up from bed,
After I have dream about red,
This color is not bad,
Bit it have alot of sad.
Farbe ist unwesentblich
Für Mich
Es ist die natürliche Schönheit
Was ist absolut
Schillernd und wichtig
Für Mich
El color es irrelevante
A mí
Es la belleza natural
Que es absolutamente
Deslumbrante e importante
A mí
Color which I have attack,
When Wearing everyone atrack,
Even if is attack track.
In every where you walk,
It shows you have stock,
While you have no work.
This is my color below,
Today I want to show,
In how favorate I know.
First day when I saw,
Myself I have follow,
Without advice of my fellow.
I will speak about white,
Today I want it to write,
This color how they shout,
What do you know about?
Natural prism in the atmospheregood fortune should come our wayjust follow the leprechaun to the endand find what they proclaim.
Is grey your favorite color?
The shade of stagnation
The memory of disappointment
The sky on the worst of days
Grey like the colors of your heart
The grey from stormy clouds
A virtual color to discuss, I wish today
Asked someone, is it a color? Says Nay
Thoughts provocation has taken in mind the war-form
Arranging them in rhymes while continue to roam
oh, the color!
that lines these painted prints of journey
that lay as flowered steps before me
but, oh, the wonder
seeing only the color
fluffy flakes flutter and weave a blanket of white
as the butterflies in my stomach
flap their technicolor wings.
but the only color i feel
is a deep, melancholy blue
In Ayurvedic
and Traditional Chinese Medicine
food,
illnesses
even the body's internal organs-
all are divided,
classified
as either hot or cold
dualities-
distinct, yet working together
My dear, do not tell me I deserve better than your love. That your heart does not shine bright enough to reflect mine. For my heart only shines this brightly because it had to been burned.
Night, Darkness
and Black-
so many perspectives
so many interpretations...
like the owl-
here,
called tecolote, bu
an omen,
familiar of witches...
whereas in Europe,
Love is a trap.
Love gets a bad rap.
But why not?
You do what you don’t ought.
Just like me, you’ll see.
I met someone by accident.
I quickly thought it was meant
to be. That we were destined.
I am Beige.
Smeared across countless walls in infinite shades,
Plastered over fissures and cracks,
I am many things.
Cookies baked just right,
Beams of light just before they fade into the night.
My canvas is stained with memories
Ink seeping from its white sheets like blood
Pooling into puddles of thoughts, feelings, expressions
The red rage that builds up inside me
Found the color back to life
Thawed the heart in the summer sunshine
The vibration comes in heat wave
Blast past can you stay solid on your feet
Reach
Passion relight again after blowout
I like to look around.
round and round,I say
and spy all the colors
that my friends show off today.
Lots and lots of colors
like a rainbow of souls.
I just stood there
Almost paralyzed by your beauty
Yet, Letting your hurtful words cut me so deep I started to bleed from my wrist
My blood was as red as her matte lipstick
days like this
with crying gray skies
make me wish i was an artist
because then i could show you
how beautiful this day is
how bright people are shining
like paint pallete beacons
The sun and I,
Are one.
Both receiving gifts from the other,
Gifts that pulse through my bloodstream.
The sun and I are one,
And when I dream of you.
The pages turn.
Highlighting a million and one things.
All captivated by the sound we touched with our eyes.
Each played in beautiful melody.
I'd chase behind you.
Looking at you
Is looking at the wrong side
of a rainbow
Seeing your backwards colors
from space
Watching a world in awe
of your wonder
there’s a darkness that dwells
under the sheets that i sleep in,
filling the void with an emptiness.
it reeks of burning ice and rotten dreams
and some nights it threatens to suffocate me.
What is your favorite color? Is it blue, or indigo, wisteria, or jasmine... Is it the color of that leaf over there, or the shade of orange-pink in the sky that surrounds the falling sun at eight forty-five at night?
Lipstick stains on a collar,Wine stains on her Sunday best,They teach it’s the blood of her LordSo she counts herself as blessed.
In a pocket of city commotion,
A paradoxical chasm
An alley people embrace
Rather than avoid.
Willingly, I am submerged,
I never saw a facethat I Saw as much as yours
that golden part
it sent me into such a spiral
wringing together hands
that invariably aimed to only touch yours;
you were a rainbow
so i too became one to please you
yet you cut me so deeply
i burst into a multitude of colour
yet to you
all i'll ever be is black and white
I'm lost
I'm lost in a sea of colors I can't seem to understand
Red, Blue, Green,
What diffrence does it reall make when I just feel them slowly absorbing the wavelengths that are meant to keep me sane?
the gold and crimson spilled over the grass
flowers bloom through the
snow
the sunset was one of the few beautiful things there
a rural area
Whispers drift with the salty breeze. Oh, my dear.
His tender hand brushes a lock of hair
behind her ear. Just, for me, bear
it a little longer. Let’s enjoy the fireworks at eight.
Our love is the colors of the rainbow;
So bright and bold
In the lull of the sky.
Our love is Orange:
Warm and welcoming.
Color it blue,
With the words of color.
Be creative.
Use many shades.
Show them the truth.
The color of stability.
Of calm.
Sticky kisses and blue butterflies,
Long nights and adoring skies.
Lingering kisses and yellow flowers,
Suspensful nights and everlasting hours.
Passionate kisses and red wine,
Dear Red,
I see the madness in your eyes,
The insanity, the love.
It’s a not matter of the chicken or the egg,
But what came first?
I am so lucky to see the world in color,
To wake up and have the sunlight shine on my skin.
My life has been crafted by the hands of someone who mused on pigmentation;
Color has always mattered
No matter what goes on
But why?
When we were all created by the man in the sky
Gilded reflections come from your perstine grade
Toss that glass of red wine it's not up to your glamor
Scarlet spills and runs in an arterial fashon
In those twists and turns we'll find a beating heart
in my art class, this color soiled itself, through the way it crawled from the
ignorance of people with fair skin. like
the teacher, spewing phrases like “drab,” “ugly,” and
Gray melting into gray
Light and dark come out to play
No color is necessary
It's a beautiful world to see
Black and white all around
Dear Malcolm,
In some parts of the world,
Light shines brighter than in others,
Shade-divided world.
Under bright light,
It feels like a storm,
Loud, gloomy, and yet so calm.
As hauntingly dark as nightfall,
Yet still light like a rain cloud.
Red
When they both shuffled on the old gym floor
it was the shade of the swish of her dress.
When her lips meet his, he’s wishing for more
I can see it when I close my eyes: the vast expanse of dimension rich hue. Some parts, dark as night, thick and meant to show that there is beauty in sorrow. Others, bright as day, thin and born to reveal, to uplift, to shine, to glow.
Red is the feeling you get when he says your name
It’s the pulse he feels when he touches you
It is the way your heart swells when he says he loves you
Red is the way your mind is racing
The mind has this innate need to make something out of something we can't see
Beauty in the rolls of blue and red
Sounds filling our head
Today. Today I question myself
Who is in my life?
Who cares? and Who holds me back?
The answer awaits
You see, for me to ask that
I would need to understand myself
What do I want?
The color of my skin does not determine my worth; it strengthens it
The color of my skin does not define my success, it glorifies it
The color of my skin does not hinder my beauty, it enhances it
Red Green Gold Red White Blue, what is it in color what is it in you, what is it about me, my color makes you hate and doubt me, my color is my reality, my color seems to make you mad at me, my color is brown, not lay down on the ground and shut u
Scarlet
That's the color it was
Scarlet
That's the color of blood
Blue
After it's all through
Blue
Everything turns blue
Red
That's the color of the heart
She wore blue on her wedding day.
Blue as the sky
she looked up at when she
couldn’t believe her luck when they met.
Blue as his eyes
I
did buy
the lie that
Many told me
the land of the free
and the home of the brave
Yet I was not taught this way,
Through minority eyes I saw
A world unequal; I stared in awe
A plum,
A grape,
But not an ape,
Blue and red,
You’ll look it when dead,
You gasp for air,
No longer white,
You long for something,
With all your might,
But the color of the sky,
I couldn’t tell you what I thought at the beginning of this year
Every word people said were just words that…
Bounced off my ear
I graduated high school with a 4.0
Easy for me, everyone expected me to
When I was little I loved pink
Pink was the color of princesses and love
Pink was the color I was supposed to love
Pink was the color every girl should love
Every girl should want princesses and love
Lavender is the bliss in your musical
movements,
captured by so few.
Distinct you stand confined in a
chaotic world,
relief like no one knew.
Lavender is your touch of delicacy,
when we met as fledgeling adolescents on that solstice day,
the lake was blue--
no, grey--
no,
the color of bitter
There is a world
Where I was from
Full of black, and white, and grey.
But then I saw
A silver line
Come through on misty day.
It's hard like steal,
But small and light
Each morning starts with a spark
“Thank-you” as each foot steps onto the floor
Remembering that days are better
Starting with gratitude
It's 4 pm 12 hours ago I was awake
Make no mistake I've been up so damn late.
Wait, retake.
It's 5 am and 12 hours ago i was walkin,
Emerald and aqua, then scarlet hues
A streak of pink or pastel blue
Colors swirl together with beauty and grace
Pencils meet paper with the sweetest embrace
Everyone warns "Stay inside the lines"
Color blind
Living lifeTryna findPeaceFighting warsBleeding redUnder the shimmering seaMy brotherIn blackIn white
the america that i live in doesn't require me to be in chains or present a certificate of my purchase when i walk alone
but are my chains really gone
am i not bound by the color of my skin
by the statistics
Hello, my name is Pink.
No, that does not mean that I adhere to your traditional views of what you think I am.
It does not make me gentle.
It does not make me sweet.
Hello, my name is Pink.
So I've come to a conclusion,
Everything and body is an illusion.
Any sense can feel a tense delusion,
Not sure what's real--
I feel deep confusion.
So open, so crucial
So dangerous, so brutal.
Maybe I'm delusionalOr maybe I'm just making things upA carefully executed work of fiction A truth with a twist Or maybe a straight up lie Maybe my perception Is just different
Dark black is my colour
Don’t confuse that with another
Like rich black oil flowing
In seamless precision
Don’t stare at me because of your decision
Don’t be perplexed because its your own confusion
She woke up every day with colors in her head.
Visions of blue and green, pink and purple, and pounding blood red.
The girl tried to capture the fleeting moment, to pin it down in her mind,
Blink,
and the delicate parachutes whistling
with white-spun dandelion seeds drift to
form the rich parchment of
my thoughts,
channeled
A world without color is a dreary world at best,
For I wouldn’t see the red dragons on Grandma’s vest,
I wouldn’t see the brown ochre of a bird’s new nest,
Art;
the (blood rushing through
my veins, painting me with color in this
gray, flavorless world)
ability to
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A young girl trips and stumbles,
Making her way through Life's rumble.
Scratched, Scarred, and Bleeding,
Not knowing what she's needing.
There's an empty void, a screaming gap.
I’m white, Caucasian,
Dutch, Norwegian.
I have no month
To celebrate this background,
But I have had 18 years
To learn about my people
My people—
Who are not just white
I didn't know colors.
I thought that they were mixed,
a simple product of light,
bouncing off,
as rays.
Only the modern physics.
That's all I saw.
The calculated facts.
the heart of the forest
darkness clothing bark
shadows hugging contours
of tallest trees
spruce and pine bark
boughs drifting down
sweeping needles
All I need?
All I need is color.
My life like a prism, not a prison.
And if I knew the orginal color,
that'd be rad.
But im color blind.
Dead eyed, not dead inside.
We live in a world that's black and white,Wrong and right,And that's okay,Because I am a different shade of grey,
Milk chocolate bars forgotten inside cars
On a sizzling summer day.
A mahogany table on those days when they are able
To sit around it to pray.
Sprinkled chips of moles on your skin as you grow old
Began
all with something
something White
as White as
Milk would be
and as an Angel
would look
Blue as Sky
Blue as Sea
igniting Waters
bringing Rains
to Rain
A stone so blueA Sapphire or soA doubt a soFor she, lovedThe colour of lavenderYet as oneWas she, also to be
Intense, burning heat
Electricity pumping in
Your veins. The aorta
Throbbing from pressure.
The feeling on your skin
As you brush the hand
Of a stranger. It’s the
Sinking feeling in
Unlike any other,
I can not settle with any color,
I can not choose one passion over the other
I think that they complement one another.
Only in
Light
Grey skies and cloudy days
Thunder rumbles summer rains
Grey like distant trobbing pains
Spotty vision, muscle strains
Grey as sounds like static noise
Empty headed girls and boys
A pop of color,
A shimmer of light,
That is all you need
To feel a little less trite.
A hint of pink,
A bit of blue,
Paint your canvas, oh sky,
This is your venue.
I see that dragon,
There is so much controversy over the slogan "All Lives Matter", and I can not seem to get my mind wrapped around the idea why. Yes, black lives do matter. I, as a black woman agree with this statement. There is nothing false about this at all.
I know
I am white
You do not have to stare
At me
With your doe eyes
And envy
I know
I am white
I hate this skin
Keeping us apart
This lesson we've all been taught
If I were a crayon
I'd color on everything
In th shade of sea-foam green
You'd see my work from all over
Pictures, walls
The bathroom stalls
My color will be bright
My color will be lovely.
I am not like the others; I don't act like my sisters and brothers.
I feel like a dim star that can't be seen from afar.
I feel like a broken ignition that can't start a car.
Palette of gray starts the scene,
Hinting white, but never leaving black.
Find a section, add more white.
Now a drop of yellow, a touch of blue
Blending and dabbing, and then lastly,
I'm cold. A chill in the air.
Wood fire dwindling to smolders.
Ash crisped cinders to share.
Cotton between our shoulders.
That endearing musk of burnt wood.
Deep within the earth’s core
A pool of magma dreams to soar
Beyond the darkness
Because although this pool is very bright ----
It is only their own light ---
And they want more
They crave more
Orange is walking alone. Orange Is hearing the crunching of leaves beneath your feet and nothing else. Orange is wishing you could hear his footsteps beside your's but you're not that lucky.
Red is that feeling in your chest when you dip her so low that her hair brushes the floor, slightly. Red is her lips when she pulls you in for another kiss. Red is all you can see when you come in and find her in the arms of another.
My memories of you are like the trees
Roots planted deep in the ground of my mind
Your branches, intertwined with every passing thought
Defines not the whole of my being.
Hosts the absence of vitality and worldly beauty.
Yields contrived images of darkness and the unknown.
Fulfills past shadows of forgotten spirits.
The Skin I’m in
The Skin I’m in doesn’t mean I am covered in sin
Or that I am corrupt from within born into a life of violence and rage.
That because of my skin tone I am an animal uncaged.
My main thing on racisim is dating.
why do people love the enjoyment of entertaning someone else relationship.
If I said I was a leader would you follow. If I said I was inspiring would you listen.If I said I was a Christian would you believe me.
Color me blind and show me the world
You want the money the cars and the girls
But I want the rage that comes with the passion
The infinity that comes from the intimacy
As we create sweet symphony
I live in a world full of black and white imagesOf bombings a violence acts so primitiveShades of gray mask my decisionsBecause a world without color makes you blind to it's messages
Your morning breath blew beautifully
A familiar funk stuck on the windowsill
I’d steal this stench and drench my windowpanes repetitiously
Hush, it’s okay
There’s no need to take a peek.
What are you doing, trying to look in so deep?
Do you wish to be clawed at, do you wish to be scorned?
Yes I'm black, that doesn't mean I'm vulnerable to attack,
I'm just like you, a human, red blood, emotions and a moving figure,
There once was a little girl with big blue eyes,
Who dreamed of diamonds in the skies,
All she knew was happiness and love,
I guess I should just tear you off
Because you seem to want to define me
I guess because I resemble a Hershey's kiss
I'm just as smart as one but half as sweet
Because I look like I'm from African
war, there is war everywhere in Iraq, Syria, and even in the U.S.A, recently there has been an epidemic of police bashing. A seed in Ferguson was shot to death by a police officer, which sent a fire through the field.
Within this uncompromising maze,
the faceless men in white suits
force you to stumble along
the path from point A to B.
Tall white walls confiscate creativity
and slowly strangle the unsuspecting
once you asked me what i was doing, so i told you i was killing.
you told me killing was bad, so i swore to never take your heart
and rip it into different halves.
My heart bleeds
onto the glaring whiteness
of this canvas.
Oh how should
I state the story
of my soul?
Staining the white canvas
with colour.
Red.
Who decided that our skin was tainted
Anything that isn't light and innocent
Light and free
Is an enemy to purity
The skin is what decides who we are
Even when you try to take on another skin
I like the sound that emmits from my headphones,
the colors that cover the pages of my sketchbook.
The sun that shines so warmly when I sit out on my porch,
Literally heaven for even just a few minutes.
I thought
chameleons were beautiful.
But where is the respect
in changing on every whim,
capricious,
for those who won't have us as we truly are?
I thought chameleons were beautiful,
Let me mix my colors
with yours
it’s the human triumph and universal theme
to get the better of your wounds
and turn them to scars
Let me blend mine with yours.
It’s almost like a dream
With the earth beneath us
And the colors above
The greens and the blues form an ocean
Blending together to create waves
That seems to go on forever
The world is a canvas
And nature is the painting
All the colors flow together
To create a beautiful picture
The location determines the temperature
While the seasons pick the colors
Black & white
Why fight between us human
Why racism compare to color ?
You might be white or black and nothing difference between us.
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women.
That doesnt make me strong though
This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them
I grew out my wings and flew to a new place,
They said that's what they're for, so I sought out my space.
A space for me to find my own-
To color my feathers,
To say that I've grown.
“I’m sorry, what? Come again? NO, I would not like to order fried chicken,
But I would like to order you to get out of my face before you get written up for stereotyping.”
Mm. People these days.
Blind Ambition
Keeps me wishin'
I had someone like You
Orange burst
of passion
Purple mist
I know the guys always say the same old line.
"The makeup compliments your eyes"
Honestly your personality compliments your mind you one of a kind.
No matter how much makeup you apply you can't never hide what's inside.
As I sit in this room I feel my problems rushing towards me; hoping to consume me. I know I won’t be able to out run them, so I let them come.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I like bacon
More than I like you
Tulips are pink
Marigolds are yellow
Don't you dare
Touch my jello
BLOTCHES FROM A COLORFUL CANVAS
With blue the world is draped, and with its hue my soul delights,
From whitewashed shores on dripping edges of roaring sounds,
My thoughtsGo crazy. They wander,They go in circlesMaybe that's the reason for the blackCircles underneathMy eyes.My eyesStare out the window as my thoughtsUnderneathThy skin wanders.
The black girl.
Built strong, legs long unlike her hair.
Hair thick like her hips. Full lips.
Left on this earth for a purpose but constantly forced by society to find it alone.
Brighten my day and bring color into my life
All I see is black and white and I need you here to be my light
Color my day with your vibrant joy and bring a smile to my lips
There are certain things that just cannot be done.
You can't sneeze with your eyes open.
Have you ever tried imagining what those colors
that are invisible to the naked eye look like?
The absolute design that defines me,
and yet in the mist of the night no one hears my screams.
i didn't always know there was
such a thing as a
‘colored girl’
didn't always wear my
bruised peach skin like a mink fur coat
something to be
I never had a dream, all I had was a vision.
One was better my living, two never end up in prison.
Stay in school so I won't let my mother be a victim.
My Community is often called dark.
We are often mistaken as rundown.
However we are the ones with the spark.
Yet my path grows my story will never change.
It grows, it calls, and it even bleeds, yet never asks for help.
My eyes go red filling with anger
How can this be?
A person I gave my whole heart to betrays me so suddenly
He made my life green, giving me hope
What if the world was actually black and white?
Would our minds conceptualize color or rationalize hues?
Would we be forced to see the grim reality of the world in which we live?
Life is dark; depressing
But with in the dark there is always light.
In art you discover just how black is made,
The truth of the matter is, that you must take every color of the rainbow at once;
Little girl, dressed in white
Sleeping in her room so tight
Unaware of what is wrong
As the world moves forward on
Until one day, a dorr gaped wide
Where walls before had stood with pride.
Racism.
It's such a strong word,
A prevelant issue,
Something that separates,
Discriminates.
It leads to wars.
It does not love.
It is an unjust system.
It hurts.
Two eight-year-old boys meet.
One of ebony skin,
One of cream.
After hours of frog-catching at the park,
Their fathers see, and take them apart.
Why can't we be friends?
Why does it matter if my skin is darker than yours?
Why take my land away from me and leave me here suffering with an empty soul?
At least give me clean water in return,
rip open my head and yours,
Color
By Jordan Devonshire
Color is more than the seven in a rainbow
Joy is the color of my soul when the sun glows
Honey brown // the color of my skin
My dear,
My friend,
My confidante,
you are drowning in suicidal greyscale.
The world, so vibrant, paints our lives with emotional colors-
our thoughts, feelings, actions-
The sky's painted a contrasting shade of blues and purples
Even red sneaks in for sunrises and sunsets
Yellow brightens
Green isn't included
Should it be?
People are contrasting shades
I dabbed my brush into the endless ink.It went on smooth, painted all money pink.Pink for delight.
They think that I’m redThe kind of crimson that comes from loud mouths and smart remarksThe scarlet of sarcasm that stems from quick witFrom quips that taste like fire and sound like flame
That day when the wind was Quiet, and the air Cool and Soft, he faded into Oblivion,
Be this your occupation
Or unholy mutilation
We walk the earth in unity
United in our scrutiny
Inked
Like ink stains paper,
So does memories of the heart
I wonder what colors have stained mine?
Lonely stressful days
Dark nights
Stormy skies
Bipolar times
Twilight and nighttime
Hard, rough floors
Quiet silent nights
Dark and creepy forest
Broken leaves on the ground
The brain is a peculiar component
- so unknown and intricate.
With all the puzzles and the pieces,
which we cannot solve yet.
One of these puzzles
is a condition.
Green is the color of envy
Red is the color of love
Blue is the color of freedom
While yellow is the color of fun
Black is an evil color
White is always good
Grey is the color in between
Little do we knowbut darkness does fade. And that dark flesh won't always be so sweet.Little do we know
If I had to describe the people I've admired,
I'd do it in terms of fabric and color.
The first was an arctic blue, with a soft texture;
Like curly wool or a warm cashmere sweater.
Definitely organic,
When it is between white and color it's all over the news,
But when its black against black it gets no views!
This is normal just like sinners behind pews.
How is the stench of dead boys on the streets nothing new?
Wow...
All that color? in all of that black?
That black that goes on forever.
A place called space for its vast amount of just that, space.
A place that holds, no, cradels our little ball of color.
Mistaken Always shaken We move because we're told But it's getting old Tired of these rules The tools They say, the tools to life To growing and succeeding To living and competing Jump, run, and go They say it but really though What do they mean
Running
Running
FUNNING running
Funneling grape soda and cranberry juice through a lemon squeezer
Why not?
It’s all pointless anyway.
Birds fall out of the sky like
I am a woman of color.
I am a woman inside and out.
I am a new born baby.
I am a woman of color.
I am child.
I am a woman of color.
I am a teen age girl in love.
I am a woman of color.
White or black
what difference does it make?
we are both skins
that we did not create
the color we walk in
is our own
the only thing that we can embrace
is making us known
of who we are
I miss the wind blowing through your hair,
the smile that creeps up and lingers,
Your eyes never quite meeting mine,
and the things you whisper so sweetly.
Pain draws me up inside,
My last recollection of seeing a black butterfly was not long ago.
I remember it was on a particular flower.
I remember it was on a red flower that had just bud after sun rise.
I'm a chromatic entity
A colorful enigma; different hues of reasoning
Vibrant as a rainbow, dim as a cloudy shadow
Are you understanding me?
A red rocket soaring free; just let me be
Because I've become a stranger to me
And I wonder what you see
When I'm not in your presence
I promise you, life is just a game of would you rather
But, there is something about those who can take your life away
They help and hinder us
Eyes
Full of Wonder and Death
Nose
Smells of aromas and avoid stenches
Ears
Hears of Wisdom and Folly
Mouth
Drain my skin with hands that plunge into my flesh.
Ruby drops streaming down my arms, my legs, my chin.
Sliding and mixing with salty sweat and tears.
How do you change a color of a rose?
When its color is already deep red.
Do you paint over its radiant shade?
Hoping that will stay when the right things are said.
What a beautiful color, red, she said
And smashed it down with her hand
Orange is pleasant as well, I can tell!
And crushed it according to plan.
Green, so keen, a fervent shade
Colors: I love them
Yet it's something I'm afraid to wear
Vibrant and bright - saturation so high it calls to the eye
Or dull and shadowed - strong and firm and filled with control
When you breathe in the crisp morning, it is the color of the air.
When you shiver on a winter's night, it is the color of your lips.
When his fingers skirt across your bare back, it is the chill that zigzags through your veins
Words swirl inside my head like pillars of light,
I grasp onto the strands and wait:
I wait for them to makes sense,
Incoherent buzzes of truth are all I have.
You don’t want to call it hate.
Although you despise words that were spoken.
Words of thoughts,
Words of passion,
Even words of love.
The little ticks and twitches got to you
Cerulean, robin's egg, azure.
The serenity, peace, and still of a quiet evening.
Rose, blush, coral.
The day's foibles, joys, and wonders cross my memory.
Gold, fire, brass.
I want to be a barbie
I want to be a fresh out the box
Accessories not included
Anatomically in correct
Manufactured in the flesh
Rubber in the chest
Barbie
Mark me made by Mattel
There are some drives
Down the open flat of
The coast highway, where we had hair
Whipping against our cheeks, stinging,
As the effect never shown in pictures.
We put people in boxes
And we say
You must be
THIS way.
We put people in boxes
Crammed in.
Like contortionists.
But without flexibility.
In the beginning,
There was a God for all
A fierce parent
Loving and righteous.
But men bent him
In their own image-
A lily-white God with blond hair
Fair and beautiful
And biased.
Color me anything
Anything at all
A vibrant gold wave
Or a tinselly silver
Christmas red and green
Or daffodil yellow
It doesn’t matter what
As long as you can see it
I was hated before I was born.
I knew scorn before the sun kissed my skin.
Am I a sin?
Even as a child I could see
This world was not made for me.
Its like they can only see in white and black
On the first day we met you became my reeve,
It was the color you had shown that was perceived.
It was a splash of green, a dash of blue and a bouquet of red,
You would have had me at hello, if that is all you had said.
You act as if a crown lies on your head
and a gavel rests in your hand –
as if people were born
just to serve under you
and obey your every command
Reality will strip you of your illusion
There is a beautiful woman
down the street.
She owns the cafe,
known for her delightful treats.
No one knew more-
But she led a secret life
through the entrance of the moor.
I'm what?!?
Oh you say i'm weird
as in erie, different, or abnormal, right?
Does it bother you....
you know, that i'm not like you or your crew
Am i offending you?
Well sorry to hear that!
Everything used to be so black and white
Suits that men wore, the color on a T.V. screen,
The photographs that took hours to print.
But so were the beliefs of our countrymen.
It was either black or white—no gray area.
The long and painful march stopped by the batons and dogs,
Some attempted to flee, while others struggled brutally,
Jim Crows counts his days; be hanged by the rope of justice,
We live in peace with each person and every other, but why did we fought because of ones color. Looking back in the past will answer our question, but history tells many tales and suggestions.
We are the people of this world
We are the people of America
What are rights?
Does rights have a color, a ethnic a gender, a race?
NO
Rights are something that is given but yet earned.
My God isn't her god, Isn't His God, Isn't your God. My God has a different name, a different form, and claim to fame.
There’s Segregation with dark skin and light skin and everything in between
I really don’t think this was Martin’s dream
He wanted one nation, one people, one heart
But instead we have our own blood tearing each other apart
Yellow is the sun
Shining bright and true.
Yellow is the color
That makes up a palette brew.
Yellow can be hot
Like the sun shining bright.
Yellow can be cool
Like the lights I see at night.
Magical, powerful makes me feel different,
And at the same time timid and miniscule.
Like the sea in the morning right at dawn,
Or when it’s going down at dusk.
Like a nickel, dime or quarter,
