you know we see colors all the time
the color of hair our skin our eyes
but what about color of a different kind
our true colors
and i learned his true colors
they were black and blue
i didn’t tell others about his colors
i didn't know what to do
his colors they left a mark
hidden under skin and on my heart
and maybe some other places..
but i couldn’t face this...
what if people like me weren’t afraid
to speak of time our colors went to gray
when our world became dark
because someone left their mark
they left us black and blue
i don’t want to be marked by his colors
i want to know i can have faith that others
will try to see me for who I am.
I am bright yellow- I still have my light;
I am a red, strong, not afraid to fight for my life
and I am green, I grew strong
and I don’t lean away from the black shadow cast over me.
It was NOT my fault.
and until this day
I didn’t speak out loud
of the black and blue that had my light shrouded with fear-
it disappears -my colors are here to stay
and the black and blue now fades:
but know this
there are others left with these marks
of black and blue and cast in the dark
do not ignore them or abhor them
it is not their fault it is not their shame
and if you create a culture where they are to blame
than you’re the same as all the others
you will be the cause of those two colors:
black and blue