For the Love of Our Colors
Find me a line
between the black and white
that keeps the grey
non-existent and quiet;
taking the shape of
the elephant in the room
that no one seems to look
for or notice at all.
Find me the color in the sea
of monochromatic feeling
we are surrounded in
when we "pick a side".
Paint me in gray.
Picture me in blue.
Smile at my red.
Take a step back at my purple.
Bask in the light
dispersed from the prism.
Celebrate its unique existence
rather than stomping on its excellence.
Our world is one with so many corners
so why would we choose to flip a page
badmouthing its presence?
The key is in the eye;
the eye of the beholder.
Do not assume it blind,
rather take in every flaw.
Take in every weakness.
Take in every scar.
Take in every drop of blood.
Take in every shiver.
Take it all in.
Every aspect of being
is more underestimated than the other.
As she walks the street,
the calls she hears are not to be taken lightly.
Every part of surviving
is more crucial than the other.
As he goes on,
the way he holds his back straight means more.
I think of all this,
reminiscing on the past,
reflecting on the present
and estimating the future.
There are too many variables
to consider in such an equation.
As one adds to the other,
it subtracts to one.
As one multiplies with one,
it divides to the other.
The loop I am in
seems to be
one that has no ending.
That lie disguised in truth’s robes
sneaks into a crowd it should not be in.
It hears words, unfiltered.
As the words echo,
a new idea is pictured.
Each mind perceives it differently
for no pair of eyes is the same as the other.
Drown yourself in the abstract
for that uncovers the truth;
the truth of ourselves;
the bitter pill of emotion
that we swallow down every day.
Let its sorrow and pain
explore in blobs of color.
Let the happiness and laughter
be envisioned in their eyes.
Strength is not black and white
just like everything else isn’t
so continue to lie in the grey for it is not a shame.